This evening, one of my dearest friends will fly to Europe for her annual holiday. So we went by her house this morning, to say “safe travels” and “have fun” and so on. We had a cup of coffee together.
Another one of my dear friends, had moved to another house this weekend, so we went by her house and gave her a housewarming present. We had a cup of tea together. (And home made apple pie, god, that was good pie.)
Now, I have that melancholic, Sunday-afternoon feeling.