-Ernest Hemingway, For Whom the Bell Tolls
I must admit: today wasn't the most brightest of days. First, there's the sinking acknowledgement that it's a Tuesday- a far cry from being a Friday. Secondly, as I was heading out of the office at the end of what seemed to be a Very Long Day, it began to rain.
Like the best of us, we don't think very highly of overcast weather, let alone being wet when it does pour. As raindrops began to fall, I reached into my bag and took out my umbrella. As I stepped out, I couldn't help but think about that scene in Midnight in Paris when Gil admits that Paris becomes a place to love all over again in the rain.
He does have a point- there's something about the rain that releases a sort of quiet bliss- this can be felt everywhere.
And remember: although April showers may come your way, they bring the flowers that bloom in May. Because Al Jolson told me so.
When it rains, I always find myself either listening or humming this wonderful song:
I adore Edith Piaf's version, but Louis Armstrong's take on La Vie En Rose is perfect for days like these.
Here's to always looking at life through rose-coloured glasses.