Sunday Afternoon.

I love this.
It’s a slow Sunday afternoon. A gentle breeze shakes the tree branches. The soft murmurs of people conversing float through the air. The warm sun caresses our body, as we lie, belly full, content and whole. Just thinking about the state we’re in makes our lids even more droopy. It feels as if we could fall into a million year slumber.
The world is serine. The world is irrelevant. Mr Panda is content. Not even the freshest bamboo could get us up. A slight smile sets in.

sunday serendipity slumbers.