Thursday, July 31, 2014
When I'm finished writing or editing, when my concentration breaks and I can sit back in my chair and refocus my eyes and my mind, this is the first thing that I hear: the chimes hanging in the maple tree below my office window.
It's such a lovely sound that brings me back to the world.
Up here, I also hear the sound of tires on asphalt and the distinctive screeching call of the ospreys in the nest, the babies now demanding food they haven't yet learned to catch themselves. But under and over and around those sounds flows the deep twinkle of the chimes.