The Ring of Wooden Chimes

I caught a smidgen of peace.

I opened my window the other day. It’s something that I seldom do during the Winter. The breeze pushe me back inside. The rain pounds on the door, nailing it shut. The sun was shining, however, and Spring was beckoning me away from my books and toward the locks on the window. After fiddling with the latches, I pushed the window up. It was so quiet.

I slowly backed away from the window, careful as to not perturb this rare placidity of events. Attentively facing my window, I climbed on top of my bed and continued to back up until stopped by the wall. It was still there. I felt compelled to hold my breath for a few moments. It was too peaceful.

A warm, gentle breeze was blowing outside. It was such a contrast to the hot air that my computer produced and pushed around in my room. Without my eyes leaving the glass, I slipped a pillow behind my back. The breeze still whispered outside the glass. Slowly, I closed my eyes. Then, I heard it.

There was a small wooden chime to the left of my window. I heard the hollow tubes slightly rap against each other. Lightly they tapped their surfaces together, whirling about. The faint clunks rang through the walls of my room. I let out a sigh. I was almost there.

Well folks, needless to say–but, somehow still said, I’ll be back soon. After this day is done, I’ll be free for 10 whole days. I’ve got one more black op to execute before I am discharged. At 20:00 hours (PST), it will begin. At 22:00 hours (PST), it will end.

Target: Managerial Accounting

Objective: Execute “OPERATION: FINAL EXAM”

MANTRA: Psalm 121

I wish these lenses weren’t so scratched up.

Here’s to the Lord who rang the wooden chimes.

Oh, it’s on.