My viewpoint for a lovely, rainy evening is from my kitchen window. The rain falls so heavily it sounds like waterfalls are nearby and my home has been transplanted to the edge of such a majestic cliff. These are the cosy moments when the weather outside is frightful, the interior atmosphere is delightful. I soak it up by watching and listening to the rain from my kitchen table vantage point, and making a mug of tea.
Looking down the alley the rain transforms the one-track road into a little river, water rushing downhill away from me. I keep watch, for at any moment Reepicheep the mouse could come riding down the river in a tiny coracle. I can imagine the noble little mouse, fearless and humble, riding on into the east, into Aslan's country.
My own plans are made. While I can, I sail east in the Dawn Treader. When she fails me, I paddle east in my coracle. When she sinks, I shall swim east with my four paws. And when I can swim no longer, if I have not reached Aslan’s country, or shot over the edge of the world into some vast cataract, I shall sink with my nose to the sunrise.
― C.S. Lewis, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader