A day of rest

I like walking around big cities on Sunday. Even though a lot of people don't use it as a day of worship anymore, it is still a day of rest, and a big city like Dallas is living proof of that.

As I walked down the streets, looking up from my cement bound vantage to the tops of buildings that truly seem to scrape the sky, this was the thought that passed through my mind, "where are all the people?"

Sunday is the day when the city slows down. It takes a hiccup and lets time hang for a day, taking that much needed exhale.

I like feeling the marked contrast between Sunday and the rest of the week that you get in big cities. You don't get that anywhere else.