On a Sunday

Our Best Days Are Sundays.




"In later navy days when my ship would be at sea for a fortnight, we found that it took about twenty-four hours for us to recover the reality of each other, even though we would have been thinking constantly of each other. What happened, we decided, was that, apart, we would slightly idealise each other, and to that extent lose the real preson. "



I think our two ships set sail Monday morning and dock at the harbor Saturday morning. We fill our separate vessels with the cargo and treasures of the sea and dump them at each other's feet expecting reciporcated awe. Sometimes it takes a day to readjust, even when we use morse code during the week.


The Sabboth was made for us.