Sunday Night

The quiet of a Sunday night. Every night seems to have it's own psychology....it's own feel. I was out to mail a couple of letters yesterday evening which was a Sunday. Cold , overcast....and that anticipation of ....whatever. Church , heavy television viewing , the highest of the week. The preparation for the week ahead. Organized people get set , mothers check wardrobes , football players hit the line , and an almost numbing quiet settles over the country. I believe this to somewhat international...even in relatively secular England ....subdued Sunday. Readers of this blog may very well know what I mean....from Castleton NY to Berlin Ct . Ocala Fl to London GB that almost quiet it's to quiet feel. Perhaps it is a free floating anxiety. Many yrs ago I dealt with a professional couple......both medical doctors. Their young son , had school anxiety issues. She once referred to Sunday evening & night as the quiet scream. The week ahead overwhelmed . The mother would eventually take 14 months off from practice to deal with the problems. By the way the story ends well but Sunday retains a certain dread that has been hard for them to shake. Sunday evening is the sound of distant guns.....the rattle of early morning coffee cups for reluctant workers , the background hiss of modern industrial radiation being turned up.