The house is still and silent. The only sounds I hear are the antique Seth Thomas clock ticking on the mantel and the soft, poetic muffled snore of our guide dog puppy. There aren't many cars passing the house on the main road, the sun is just peeking it's head down the mountain as the morning mist dissipates. Our small town is still for the moment and despite the fact that the hubby is at work and our days off don't quite conform to conventionality, it is clear that this is a Sunday.
The world moves slower on Sundays. It is a recognized day of rest regardless of your religious preference. The Sunday paper is longer on this day seemingly to keep you at home, enjoying the comforts of family a little longer. There was a time in the not so distant past when shops would be closed on Sundays, or at least would open much later and for fewer hours. Sunday would be the day to spend time fishing with your son or visit farmers market with your daughter. Fortunately many of those traditions have stuck though we live much busier lives today.
Wherever you find yourself on this Easter Sunday I wish you well. I hope that you are enjoying time with family, laughing at memories of Easter Sundays past and animatedly recounting your triumphs from the years you were the one to find the golden egg. Let the children romp in the grass without fear of grass stains on their new Easter finest, bake something delicious and smile because Sunday brings with it a sense of peace. Happy Easter.