monday mornings. the weekend’s come and gone.  i look forward to the lull of saturday morning discussions - what should we do today - and - let’s make some coffee and eggs and oatmeal.  followed by the soft revelations of the day - who we are - where we are headed.  sitting in silence, in impromptu chords, the distant hum of radio static.  til the night envelops us in stillness and we sleep to wake up to one more day of weekend adventuring.