There are few things more unequivocally miserable than rain in New York City. Damp, crowded and distracting – New York rain is enough to put a sour note in anyone’s day. Then it clears up. And it’s beautiful. Today was one of those days when the rain left a magical playground among some of the City’s biggest landmarks. I spent my lunch around the New York City Public Library. There are so many hidden treasures in and around the area – you’d have to be a real Grinch not to feel like a kid again, exploring a pirate ship or desert paradise.
As we get older, it’s important that we remember who we were when we were kids. Re-gain that innocence for the magic in life … and I promise we’d all be a lot happier. No more frowns – only big smiles (and great clothes!). Somehow as a kid, I was always breathing fire. I was the dragon. And d’you know what I found out today… I was always the fire-breather. And forever will be.