Sunday, August 19, 2007

an easy Sunday evening

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.