Sundays are for... SOMA
Sundays are the most special day of the week. Waking up in bed with my wife, listening to the warm, soft rain tinging off the tin roof, cozied up. Our baby daughter lets us know she is awake and hungry by babbling from the other room. I cook breakfast for all. We play on the floor with her toys, our dog watches, nestled up in her favourite spot on the corner. The rain eases to a halt, we put the baby down for a nap. I check the forecast, grab a board and walk down for a surf. The morning’s rain has cleared away any weekend crowds. Green velvet, the ocean stretches out with the remaining…
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