Friday Afternoon State of Mind

Some things are a part of you, but most of the time, you don't remember they exist.
Like your kidney.

Like Friday afternoon.

I haven't had a Friday afternoon in a while. The Friday afternoon magic hour doesn't translate, I wonder if it exists anywhere else in the world.
You had to be there to understand.
It's not like Saturday afternoon.

In Jerusalem, where I grew up there's a siren, that tells people Shabat is coming.
Ironically the same happens in Brooklyn, where I live now. Somehow, it doesn't have quite the same effect.

I wish I could pack it - to go. Friday afternoon with a side of 75F sun.

Who ever thought about it was a genius.