Today felt much more like Boston autumn/winter, and my walk through the beautiful area of Beacon Hill was littered with showers and plenty of interesting sites.
The campus chapel bells toll,
Their chimes heard bouncing off the buildings
and the window panes.
I stop and listen
to the peaceful, hopeful sound.
We’ve made it twelve hours now.
Their longest sounding of the day
with clamor blasting through fray.
How glorious is the harmony
‘twix blaring sound and sanguine tenor
that dare not fail
midst rain nor sleet
nor snow nor