I'm watching Sunshine in my room, and from an open window, the scent of freshly-laundered clothes that had obviously been marinated in Downey waft in. Although Sunshine is not basically a though-provoking film, it's just enough to blithely assault the mind and senses.
A Sunday night (before returning to a highly-resented weekly grind) can't get any better than this.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
an easy Sunday evening
Posted by caffeinated muse at 10:41 PM 0 comments
Labels: sunday night, sunshine
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