The bright sun has washed away what little sight I have. I still have my other senses. The sounds of screams and laughter; the chemical smell of chlorinated water; the heat of the burning sun overhead; I smile at the joy I feel.
“Come on, William! The water feels great!” Reed’s voice floats over to me.
Folding my cane and laying it beside a chair, I let Reed’s voice guide me to the water’s edge. I hesitate unsure of where I’m at.
“That’s the deep end.” Reed cautions.
I let my smile grow, take a deep breath, and I jump.