August 31st, 2014, 12pm

It was 21.1°C with overcast. The breeze was light.

I moved out of my parents’ house in January of 2008. That Christmas, all I wanted - aside from books, of course - was a set of windchimes to hang on my new front porch.

Mom and Dad took their time, searching for the perfect windchimes. They’re not shrill or discordant. Each of the six pipes blends harmoniously with the rest — a beautiful, mellow melody that swells slowly as the wind finds its way around the porch column.

It’s been three years since I’ve had a place to hang them. We’ve had nice apartments that just didn’t offer a place for windchimes. They were packed into a crate with cookbooks and forgotten. But my windchimes have come home, now that we have.

I told the neighbor to let me know if they were too loud - I’d take them down. ‘No!’ he said. ‘We love them. They make us want to sit on our front porch more.’

Me too.

Christine, Adrian and David Wade said thanks.

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Jess Hutton

I write. I don't like shoes. I do like cheese.

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