A nondescript Sunday afternoon where clouds overtake the sky and the wind blows heavy offsetting the slightly warmer weather that is slowly making its presence known.
The kind of Sunday where everyone is between tasks, the sounds of vegetables being cut in a kitchen or a murmur of TV in a living room. Where car doors close loudly as people struggle to carry groceries or run errands and the scratches of pencil on paper as kids finish homework due Monday.
The kind of Sunday where someone is getting pancakes for lunch to celebrate a birthday and someone else is waiting tiredly in a hospital room.
What's so special about this nondescript Sunday?
Nothing.
It's just like any other day where people work and play and sleep to much or get their car fixed or laugh with friends or cry alone. It's just like any other day where things happen.
But to the girl who just turned five, it's everything. This nondescript Sunday is her widest grin.
But to the man who just received the news that the surgery went well, it's everything. This nondescript Sunday is tears of relief.
To the person who just got a job after months of being denied, it's everything.
To the person who just lost a loved one to an accident, it's everything.
Good or bad, this nondescript Sunday, where you're just laying in bed reading a fic, or sitting in one typing it out, might not mean much to you, but everything to someone else.
So what's so special about this nondescript Sunday?
Absolutely everything.
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And for someone perhaps it's the day that marks the five-year anniversary of being on a platform that has allowed her to share her creations, her thoughts, her words.
And for that someone this nondescript Sunday is filled with gratitude, to all those who have taken the time to read her stories, who have made this sharing possible.
Thank you, dear readers, for making this nondescript Sunday, everything.