This is what it took…

One day, I began to see the world differently.

On February 20 I jumped into the swimming pool at our rented vacation house in California, opened my eyes underwater, and couldn’t see my hand in front of my face.

As the wind howls and horizontal snow flies, I clean what the realtors call the Primary Bedroom WIC. Closets like this have layers, like the wardrobe that’s the passage to Narnia…