Wind Chimes

I know they are naff, ubiquitous with that seventies and eighties hippy-style of expression, but I still think the sound is lovely. I heard it first the other day when I walked sans music. I initially thought it was coming from the Nursery School garden but then I saw it hanging from the tree of the house next door. For all their gated entrance and fake-tiled driveway, those particular householders do do things that give me, as a passer-by, pleasure – such as their host of daffodils in the spring and the lit reindeer that they sometimes put on their balcony at Christmas. The wind chimes are another small delight. Thank you.

By Ellen Bell

Artist and writer currently living in Aberystwyth.