Another thing that I love dawned on me as I awoke this morning to the silence of home.
I strained to hear if anybody else was up and, as my ears searched the quiet, they picked up the fluid peel of bells, tumbling away from one another and then starting again in their endless acrobatic cycle. The same pitch and the same timbre as it has always been.
The little church is across the valley above the woods. My sister married there. It is an eerie day... sunshine starting to conquer the grey, and a strange stillness hanging over the parish.
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