loved the rain and was always disappointed when it stopped. I recall a similar feeling on a school snow day when the snow stopped and the sun came out. The inclement weather gave me a sense of never ending freedom—I won’t have to grow up. No wonder I loved Peter Pan.
I weep for the children who don’t have play in their lives and who don’t have childhood memories of dreams and imaginative play to help them cultivate who they are as adults. Maybe I loved my years at the cottage by the sea, because I could step out the door and be free, regardless of the weather. I’ll be going to Florence in September, where for two weeks I live in never-never-land where I don’t have to grow up.