Among the days in each week, Sunday afternoon has never been my favorite time, because what I can smell in air isn’t the pleasure but pressure and anxiety.
The main street used to be jammed with people suddenly is empty. Only few people you possible see on street are all in hurry doing things like last-minute grocery shopping, or picking up the clothes from dry-clean store. Even the topics people like to talk in restaurant are changed to work related too, so a place is supposed to be a dinning place, now is more like a boardroom.