I find myself thinking about bells this morning ... perhaps because yesterday, Sunday, kicked off with the usual (ever since the steeple was rebuilt) 9:30 a.m. "concert" pealing out from Channing Memorial. Perhaps because there are so many belled steeples in these parts — Rhode Island in general and Newport in particular — this being a true seat of religious freedom. Perhaps because we saw two friends (belles??) seated, cooling off, on the stern of their boat at some point during the afternoon.
They asked, as we passed on our own little boat, "Where are you going??"
I shrugged, having no definitive answer, "Swimming??"
Or perhaps it's just that it's Monday, and I have so much to do that it feels like there's a bell ringing inside my head — ding, ding!! — reminding me that the race is on ...