There is something magical about autumn Sundays.
Especially if you combine them with outings or meetings with loved ones.
In the afternoon, however, a melancholy comes over you. When the noise is over and there is silence and peace.
That inexplicable Sunday melancholy. As if something great is coming to an end. Maybe it's because Monday is coming, work and a return to routine. Or maybe it's because Sunday gives us a little more time to think.
We fall into deep thought. We take a quick look at our lives, analyse our feelings, maybe even make small decisions.
Sunday... the day for excursions and introspection.
