Fleeting Comforts
Sunday papers in bed and the joy of long form articles
Oh how I used to love reading the Sunday newspapers in bed, but sadly, gone are the days of nestling into the blankets with a steaming cup of coffee over pages thick with stories of joy and sorrow. These days the allure of those moments are lost to the digital scroll. Instead of strolling through articles at a leisurely pace, now it’s a race through headlines, updates and often disheartening news
I have fond memories of lazy Sunday mornings reading the papers and especially the glossy Style magazines nestled in amongst the home section. Sometimes I'd pretend I lived in NYC and carry the Sunday broadsheets with a large coffee, a picnic blanket and a warm danish pastry, over to the local park. Although, I'd barely get past page five, because I’d spend most of my morning day dreaming or cloud busting. Oh the simple joy of life before social media.
But today a rare quiet morning invites a break from the usual rush. The ridgebacks are in slumber at the bottom of my bed, as I sink into an …