Remember a cloudy June day at Grandma’s house? Soft rain that caused puddles, not streams. Time on the front porch with enough quiet so we could hear a woodpecker at work? A moment to lift a person to reminisce, let imagination sparkle, and a thought climb to summit of a cluttered priority list.
All serving to make room for: “what can I do right now?” kind of moments.
Rainy days can blend nostalgia and imagination with energy to take to the stairway up top to the seldom opened small door, the attic. Treasure hunt time.