For some reason, Sundays are always gloomy. I'm not sure whether it's the impending doom of the coming Monday or the fact that most people got out of church and just want to stay home. Or maybe they want to stay home because Sundays are gloomy. Maybe the slight drizzle that occurs when the week makes its cycle forces the people away behind their doors. The dismal overcast sends the birds to their nests and the foxes underground. So what exactly makes those Sundays so dreary? Is it merely the fact that I've noticed this that makes the first day of the week feel like the last one for the world? Like when you notice the underlying beat in a song and forget to focus on the lyrics, and you can't stop. It eats at you, the words have meaning, but no matter how hard you focus, that soft sound still rings louder than the main.