Maybe we can learn to appreciate light intermissions. What's falling from the open clouds? When I started walking on that beach I almost could have ridden that skateboard toy.
Two years ago when I flew back from San Francisco for a short holidays my friends gave me a small, flat Tour Eiffel with their words written on it, like "you know France is full of surprises too, come back soon". For the first time I live in a big enough space to have it close to me against the wall while I am working. Sometimes I read their messages and then look down at the silent garden and I feel immensely lucky.