Sunday Is Gloomy My Hours Are Slumberless

“Sundays are gloomy, my hours are slumberless,” begins the poignant line from the classic song “Cry Me a River,” echoing the sentiment of many who experience the unique melancholy that often accompanies the end of the weekend. This article explores the evocative nature of Sundays, delving into the emotions, perceptions, and cultural significance attached to … Read more