Bells

Walking at lunch I heard the very pleasing sound of a bell cutting through the earbud noise. Not a WAKE UP! bell, but a clinging, gonging, ringing sort of sound drifting through a gentle and persistent breeze. I was walking through the overgrown parking lot of a defunct manufacturing plant. The sound was coming from the vicinity just in front of the plant’s doors. There were three flagpoles (flags long gone). The lines were dangling and at the end of the lines were metal weights with hooks. It was these hooks, being peacefully swayed in the breeze, that were making contact with the hollow flagpoles and producing a nice musical tone.

Sometimes the world is kind and moving in a quiet sort of way.