The great miraculous bell of translucent ice is suspended in mid-air.
rings to announce endings and beginnings. And it rings because there is fresh promise and wonder in the skies.
Its clear tones resound in the placid silence
of the winter day, and echo long into the silver-blue serenity of night.
The bell can only be seen at the turning of the year, when the days wind down into
nothing, and get ready to march out again.
When you hear the bell, you feel a tug at your heart.
~~ Vera Nazarian