Sunday morning. Just saying the words brings a flood of feelings mostly centered around a familiar cafe and a long read of a good newspaper. Time for an extra cup of coffee or two. The little rituals that create space to find relaxation. As a kid Sunday was centered around rushing off to church. Now it represents the one day where being in a hurry is not a consideration. Religious ritual replaced by personal attention. The paper and coffee my morning temple.

There is something new to see no matter how many times I visit this place. Today patterns and shadows are calling me to look. Circles filled with lines repeating themselves. Dusty venetian blinds constraining the morning sun behind them. I knew it would look like this today just as it does every Sunday morning I visit.

Today I have my camera. And so begins another ritual. A perfect extension of the morning. Leading me forward into the day.