Sunday

I listen to soft jazz in bed. Rainy day, raindrops on the window, evening. The light of the street lamp penetrates the dark room, the play of light casts a bright cross in front of my eyes. My first thought is that God loves jazz and peaceful moments on Sundays. Meanwhile, raindrops are like stars in the night sky. The perfect moment and life is in synchronicity, yes I know the word perfect is nonsense but at this moment it is a fact. The human being is not perfect, on the other hand, he can be in the perfection of the universe. The conclusion is that the relationship between God and jazz is so strong that I have a Sunday mood in my room because Sunday belongs to God who listens to soft jazz...