It’s a simple chime heard around the world.
They say that memory is most easily invoked by the sense of smell.
Sometimes, it’s about a sound.
It’s the reason I like to walk around a local university campus. A few years ago, they installed the bells.
At every quarter hour, they replicate the sounds of that old clock tower, the one donated to my Alma Mater in 1904.
It’s the sound that I associate with education, hope, a life renewed.
And most of all, the sound of the place where I met my husband.
Something magical happens while walking a footpath, surrounded by well manicured lawns, on a beautiful sunlit Spring day.
I am taken back.
It’s a wonderful thing.