I woke up this morning and looked out at London.
The sun was piercing—the kind of morning light that makes you squint.
And the rain was pattering—the kind that makes you happy you’re inside.
When I was 5, my teacher said every time there was a sunshower, monkeys were getting married.
It’s stuck with me for 25 years.
Sometimes it’s simply the names we give to moments that help them live on.