Sunday offers permission to drift. Not every hour needs purpose. Not every moment needs productivity. Sometimes the most valuable thing you can do is nothing in particular.
Drifting is not laziness. It is restoration. It is allowing the mind to wander, the body to rest, the spirit to refill. Summer Sundays are made for this. The warm air, the long light, the absence of urgency all conspire toward ease.
Let yourself drift today. Read without finishing. Walk without destination. Sit without agenda. These unstructured hours restore something that structured time cannot. They prepare you for the week ahead in ways that planning cannot.
What would drifting look like for you today?