Sunday Breakfast

I woke up early on Sunday, just as the sun hit my blinds. With a cup of coffee and breakfast in hand, I sat by the window and dove into many lovely stories in the Kinfolk Magazine. There's just something about Sunday breakfast that I love, and of course the whole "easy Sunday morning" aspect of it all.

Other things I loved about that morning:
The speckled morning sunlight that fought through the shadows of our mango tree dancing across my table.
The slight chill in the air that brushed against my warm skin.
A stray cat that jumped on the window sill.
Silence.
A few signs that fall is finally starting to find its way down to Florida, including that chilly breeze.

Sunday mornings are beginning to be my favorite time of the week. When is your favorite?