When the Sun Comes Out

When the sun is shining, and it's warm, this country could be one of the best on earth. At least this city.
The sun was out all last week.
It's gone now. It's gonna rain all week.
So before I forget, I gotta tell you about it.
Went for two long afternoon bike rides around the neighborhood when the sun was out. Down by the River Thames and cruising around all our nearby parks.
We've got this rambling historical property near here -- an 18th century Royal house and gardens -- that is simply astounding.
They've just completed a multi-million-pound renovation of the house and gardens too.
It's all just pristine now.
Like only the English can do.
The lawns a carpet of green, the hedges perfectly trimmed, the flowers in harmonious symphony.
And everyone's in a great mood when the sun's out, everyone outside in every combination, doing everything you can think of. Most people live in small places here, so they gather on the greens when the sun comes out.
Which are all beautifully maintained.
And there's lots of them in London.
Women strip down to their underwear to get a bit of sun; guys throw frisbees; families play football. Dogs run without leashes. Kids romp around.
It is so chill.
Nothing like this in Italy.
The councils wouldn't keep up the greens, the Italians wouldn't pick up after their dogs, so many reasons this can't exist there.
And in the States, everyone lives far from each other, and goes everywhere by car. People don't gather together like here.
And they're so many rules there.
Chill, it's not.
London is an urban planner's dream.
Live, shop, play, all nearby.
If only the sun would come out more.