I stumbled upon this picture in the folder on my desktop that is jam-packed with all my favorite internet findings, and it struck me more than usual today. I love Sundays but there is always a slight melancholy coursing throughout the day–it’s both a time for relaxation and a time for anxieties about what’s to come. I always feel torn between shutting my brain off for a while or, instead, trying to figure out all the small, important things that I’ve been avoiding on this day. Usually I dance between both, which isn’t necessarily ideal. But then again, what is?