Consciousness not included.: SUNday kind of love

SONG OF THE MOMENT: I want to be loved-Etta James

If any day of the week were to be a jazz song perhaps it would be Sunday?
It's low,calm notes can at times mirror a lovely composed jazz song. Today was quite relaxing and light. I woke up from my slumber, probably resembling a monster from the depths of your nightmares. I was devoid of a beautiful just awoken glow, probably because I couldn't get to sleep last night. Time flew by as my thoughts got the best of me as they played within my imagination. Three o'clock easily became four o'clock. Before this I visited a friends place who happened to move one block down from me and was having some people over. Chatting and laughter went down. They were heading out for dinner, so i decided to join the flock.
All the while, my inner shutterbug decided to make a cameo into the night. Everything/anything was appropriate subject matter for my camera's lens. My ambitions led me to losing my friends somewhere between Roy and Duluth. I mistakenly forgot to ask "hey guys what restaurant are we going to". I attempted for a couple of minutes to find the darken silhouettes of my friends but it was all to no avail. I decided to continue on my shutterbug frenzy and walked from Duluth to St.Urbain just snapping away until my fingers got cold.
Before this little fun misadventure I discovered a cute little boulangerie in the village, it was cozy and small and they played the lovely Nina Simone and Etta James. This has now placed a sudden need to listen to etta james on repeat. over and over again.
Ok so back today. It's funny how life can sometimes exist within a cyclical path. My sisters and I decided to hit up our favourite greasy spoon diner. Something I craved from St. Maarten. We strolled down the street taking our time as if the place did not close at 4pm. We arrived and were seated in the back right beside the toilets, a delicious place to be seated as you eat breakfast, if i may say so myself. Anyways as we were being reseated I thought I saw a familiar face. His back was quickly turned to me before I had a chance to catch a second glimse. I decided to preoccupy myself with important things like my menu. Time passed as we chatted it up and joked about the hot mess of a Def Leppard wanna-be that was seated behind us. My familiar stranger walked out from behind the backroom and low and behold it was my high school crush. Time was quite kind to him and he looked good. I myself was too shy to say something so instead I played with that idea in my mind of how our conversation would go, as I allowed the moment to pass. After paying our bill, I walked up to his colleague/friend who wore a grey patch of hair like Holden Caufied. I shyly told his buddy who I was and that I said Hi and did not want to distract him. In the end I played the shy card. A card that I often use because it's soo comfortable.
We finished the day off by strolling to Parc Lafontaine and enjoyed the lovely muted colors of Autumn.
We watched Water earlier and it was a beautiful sight that portrayed a not soo beautiful story.
When the time is right I want to see the feast of colors that are in India.

THE JEMS OF MY SHUTTERBUG FRENZY