Birds and Bells

I awoke today to a Sunday morning of birds singing in the orchard outside and the sound of church bells drifting in on the February breeze.

I snuggled down in my warm bed and allowed these favourite sounds to take me back to those lazy weekends in Glinton where the weekends offered time out from school worries and worry about what would happen when school ended.

The bells never made me feel guilty then for not getting up and rushing off to church, any more than they do now. What they did do was remind me of life, not just for today but for tomorrow and for when there would be no more tomorrows.

I know that it will never be as cold outside as it may first have appeared from the comfort and safety of my own world.