mmm. sunday.

i beg have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. don't search for the answers, which could not be given you now, because you would not be able to live them. and the point is, to live everything. live the questions now. perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.
rainer maria rilke

i love sundays. the solitude. the quiet. the time to contemplate and revel in and love the questions. 
i'm about to crawl back into bed with a good book. 
perhaps my questions will be reflected on the pages and in the lives of not-so-ordinary characters. 
sunday perfection.

photo by Cig Harvey found at una bella vita