Don’t you feel there should be a special term just to describe Sunday evenings: Weekend's twilight…? This particular time, with all sorts of hues, both dusk and dawn, to the new work week. There is a feeling of loss, for the weekend gone, of anticipation, or in some cases, apprehension, for all the tasks to be done.
My whole family is occupied with tomorrow, mourning yesterday, and living in the now only as an escape from what they should actually be doing. Such a strange time these Sunday evening hours are.
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