Somewhere

The chime of bells in towers chiming at every hour, their music echoes through the early morning empty streets awaking sleepy heads from their evening slumber. Sitting on a balcony in the fresh morning breeze I watch as life begins to awake to start another day as slowly traffic emerges along the empty streets. Within a few hours the streets below will be filled again with holiday voices moving in mass to and fro enjoying the day’s sun, relaxing as they peer in shop windows. Another brief day of rest bite from their working lives thousands of miles away from the work that dominates their daily lives in a postcard village somewhere. 18 August 2013