Something about a Sunday that just ….sigh. Makes me want to get away. Old Blue Eyes had it right. Maybe it’ll be my anthem from now on. Yes I’m singing his lyrics as I type. I don’t sound near as good though.

“……In me you see a man alone
Held by the habit of being on his own
A man who listens to the trembling of the trees
With sentimental ease

In me you see a man alone
Behind the wall he’s learned to call his home
A man who still goes walking in the rain
Expecting love again

A man not lonely
Except when the dark comes on
A man learning to live with
Memories of midnights
That fell apart at dawn

In me you see a man alone
Drinking up Sundays and spending them alone
A man who knows love is seldom what it seems
Only other people’s dreams…..”

In how I feel today, love truly is in other people’s dreams – certainly it’s not in mine. Somehow love didn’t find me. It has become elusive. I belong to no one.