Sunday morning. Quiet.
There’s always a certain stillness on Sunday mornings. Very little traffic as I walk down our long driveway to get the paper. Hardly anything stirring.
I always enjoy these mornings, always feel as though I have the world to myself. Like the quiet is all mine.
Big quiet.
Here’s an older song from Chris Isaak. Same feel. This is from the Tonight Show from 1992 so it looks a little dated. Enjoy…
Redtree Times 