I love the weekends. Mainly because I have loads of time on my hands with no school to worry about. This weekend was one in which I wrote and read all day long with The Hunger Games album on repeat. There's a certain free feeling to the weekend. And it's just perfect. It comes exactly when I most need a break. It comes when I need a whole day to write. It comes when I need a moment to breathe and prepare for the next week to come. Speaking of which, I can't wrap my mind around there only being one week left of March. I just can't.
A couple photographs from dusk a few nights ago:
With The Giver almost finished (rereading this amazing book) and my writing program open, I'm ready to sit back and enjoy this lovely Sunday afternoon. How was your weekend?