This is the view from C. S. Lewis’ bedroom window on the second floor of the Kilns. Writers are always trying to “figure out” how other writers come up with ideas for books and things. I confess that as I took this snap shot, I wondered if Lewis ever thought of Lucy, Prince Caspain, Aslan, and the others while gazing out at this view. . . . The pathway leads to the pond where he would swim every morning—rain or shine, warm or cold.