"...how sweet the sound"

"If I had the knack
I'd sing like
Cherry flakes falling"
— Basho

 At Noon and six p.m., the bells in the church across the street

play a melody. I have made a habit of turning everything 

off to just listen for those five or six surreal minutes.

I love them, but for some reason the quiet 

stillness of the air -  

filled with the solitude of the hymns -

is laced somberness. 

Today, I feel like I have been run over by a mack truck

and there is nothing I'd like more than to spend 

several hours with those bells.

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Mr. D and I are headed West today,

here's to a peaceful four hour flight...

(and a very happy weekend to all!)