Those peaceful untroubled Sundays are the best kind of days. Like this Beaver Street coffeehouse scene near campus, we saunter along looking for nothing in particular— seeing everything. Maybe we feel like sitting and gazing with a dog at our feet or spending an afternoon sitting with a friend. We notice the sky and patterns in our surroundings. Like a moist sponge, we soak up ambience well aware that Monday we will leave this idyll and begin week life again.