Melodic sounds of Bach and Mozart hum through my ears. The aroma of fresh, hot coffee fills the air. It’s a slow morning, much like all Mondays are. One wishes weekends could be long-lasting. One wishes we could have slept just a bit longer. But weekdays have a way of getting here before expected. IContinue reading “Monday Reflections: Why must weekends end?”
Mirror, mirror On the wall, Night is gone and Day has come. A wish for sleep is all I have. Yet, awake I must be. Weekend why have you gone? Every passing moment of Every single day is Killing me! Even though I know Nearer to me you will be, Days seem endless when you leave.