Last night I watched Woody Allen’s Midnight in Paris. In it, the main character, Gil (Own Wilson), tries to persuade his fiance to take a stroll in the rain. She’ll have none of it. Why does every city have to be in the rain? What’s wonderful about getting wet?
Well, for starters, it’s invigorating–romantic, even. And let’s not forget it’s power over stress. If you’re feeling a tad tightly wound, simply find a good puddle and jump right in. You’ll be amazed at how freeing it feels . . . until, perhaps, you look down at that pair of $600 shoes you just ruined. But other than that, it’s completely fabulous.
So yes, a walk in the rain is wonderful, indeed!
It’s been raining here, you know–though just enough to paint the whole city in grey scale. With nary a puddle, no light reflects. It’s dark and dreary and a nap seems the only option. Luckily, naps are good, too.
But first, things to do . . .
Before I leave, however, I wish you days worthy of the memories. May you find time to spend with the masters of art, music, and literature; may you make the most of right where you’re at . . .
Here’s to you, my friends, and a weekend of everyday magic!