The days have been alternating between extremes. Just when we tire of the cold, rainy, grey days, the sunny and warm days return. A bit too warm sometimes. For months I have picked up the faintest scent of moldy wood. I would look at my antique vanity that my grandfather restored the summer after I turned 13. It's a beautiful piece that I have carefully stored and moved around for years. It didn't have a single flaw until now. I pulled the drawers out, checked the carpet around it and found water damage. Today the room is an organized mess, the vanity on it's side, drying out, all that was on it and in it are small piles around the room. Once my anger passed {the crack on the outside wall was reported months ago} I was left with the work of detachment. It's love that is indestructible.