Down here, having access to a pool during summer is not only a privilege but a deep and needful must for wellness of being, happiness and overall relief for whatever ever ails you.
See, Dante in his Inferno describes the 7th circle of hell as teeming with rivers of boiling fire, deserts of burning sand, and burning rain that pours from the sky.
Riddled anxieties, hidden phobias, bottled up desires, long held secrets, the vanity of voyeurism, the dark side of the human condition and an overall sense of creeping doom; this is noir. And along with my husband, a good oaky chard, books with inked pages and old films, well, these are a few of my favorite things.
When it rains, it pours, or so the old adage goes for having a "Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad" day. Then sometimes it dumps buckets, flooding our respective streets, shorting out the power we so desperately exist upon, blocking our every escape.
According to Ecclesiastes 3:1, there is a time for everything and a season . . .
And if you asked Martha S, anyone employed by The Container Store or Hobby Lobby . . . oh, or my Triple Type A daughter, Margot, there is a place for everything and everything has its place.