When I got out of my car in my driveway tonight, I heard bells ringing in the twilight. I have no idea where the musical chiming was coming from--perhaps the church up on Cobb Road, though it sounded closer. The sky overhead was the deep clear blue of a cathedral ceiling. It was a lovely, profound, mysterious moment--offering a perfect mental transition from work to the relaxations of home.

Church bells at twilight.
Soon the spring evenings will ring
with calls of wild geese.