The cold wind on my face, blown in from the slit of the taxi window is bliss — a silver lining that smells like Paris and freedom from the stale plane air. My head rests in the nook between the car seat and window bathing in it.
Monday is my favorite day of the week. Get the week going. Reset. Cook something yummy. Workout or not. Read. long shower. No pressure to be anywhere. Maybe a casual friend walk… no plan Monday *chefs kiss *
