As I read this, the Sunday night blues have begun to grip me. I’m loving the memory of the quiet coffee and books. Only seven more days left til the next one.
This haiku feels like it captures the whole arc of a Sunday! The peaceful, restfulness of the first half of the day, and the specter of the week weighting down Sunday night. Your line in the middle, about wind whipping the trees, was a beautiful link between the two.
Writing and Laughing 
As I read this, the Sunday night blues have begun to grip me. I’m loving the memory of the quiet coffee and books. Only seven more days left til the next one.
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Ah, yes, the Sunday Scaries. 🫣
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Beautiful Haiku with accompanying photos
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Thank you!
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This haiku feels like it captures the whole arc of a Sunday! The peaceful, restfulness of the first half of the day, and the specter of the week weighting down Sunday night. Your line in the middle, about wind whipping the trees, was a beautiful link between the two.
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Thank you! The outside environment matched my inside environment today.
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The last line, “Monday looms…” says it all. As a teachers, I always dreaded Mondays.
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The weekend is just not long enough to recover from the school week!
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Your haiku reflects a perfect Sunday!
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Thanks! Trying to soak it all up.
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