So I will not rewrite it from memory...I will not rewrite it at all.
What do you do when it is a damp, cloudy, dismal day? I know what I do, I dream. I dream of sunshine, walking barefoot, feeling a balmy breeze on my face, sitting outside listening to the birds, and the frogs in my pond, and a lazy bee on my roses.
Here you are...walking down my garden path with me. We can take a seat next to the shed. Or would you prefer to sit next to the pond and watch the goldfish?
Wherever you prefer is fine with me. As long as we both dream the same dream.