|
 For as long as I can
remember--which is an awfully long time now--I can
recall the sound my mother's wind chimes made when the hot summer breeze blew in
from the west. It was a sound like no other; lonely, and yet comforting at the
same time. I had forgotten how peaceful they made me feel.
One afternoon in the not-too-distant past, my wife brought home a new set of
chimes from one of the local megalo-superstores. She had purchased them as a
house-warming gift for one of her clients. We hung them in our backyard for three
days, and every time I heard them I was taken back to a time when things were
less complicated and the world didn't seem to be in such a hurry. They made
me feel quiet and focused. On a whim, I inspected these chimes more closely
and found that, while they were nice, they were certainly not made to last.
Also, they didn't exhibit the rich tones I remembered from my childhood.
Since I am retired and have WAY too much time on my hands, I began a quest; a
quest which became an obsession an obsession that became Wind Dancer Chimes. |
