I find a pair of rain boots, and I dig out a fall raincoat. We're walking to school in the pouring rain today.
Everyone's excited about the puddles. Suddenly, I recall those deep memories of childhood: stomping in puddles, twirling your umbrella, tasting the rain.
So here I am, bringing up the rear of a group of school children, and I'm stomping in the puddles with all my might.
"That felt exactly like I thought it would," I say to one father as water and mud splash up around my boots. "It's just how I remembered it."
What else will my children do today that I might do right along with them?
Living with flair means you do what they do sometimes.
Journal: Can you recall some rainy day memories?