"You got to have a dream/If you don't have a dream,/how you gonna make your dream come true?"
If you weren't raised on these things, the above is my favourite snippet from a song in the musical South Pacific. It's performed in pecking, brittle pidgin English, and delivered in a silly caracaturish fashion that belies its razor-sharp meaning to anyone who's ever wanted to do some profound-but-maybe-a-little-undefined thing. It's playing over and over in my head this morning.
I enjoyed my gloomy-skied weekend more than I had any real right to. After the initial hurdle of coordinating Saturday's media judging, it was sweetly idle. It was a meditation, really - loosening my grip on the day just enough to give up on Having A Weekend, sink into Bear's arms and recharge. Really delicious.