Book, tea, and fireplaces—Sunday's joy is almost here. My reading hole is illuminated by the sun's rays, which enlighten obscure areas. Well, I'll just boil my hot tea. The room is filled with honey and spices. Warm sensations blossom as my nose is guided by aromatic scents. The heat roars to life, snapping. Licking the timber, the flames spread outward. No longer are my toes frigid. My eyes sparkle with radiant radiance. Although Sunday's magic fades quickly, it remains in the past and in the future.
