The Rooftops.. of Paris…

The… rooftops…

Of… Paris…

Have… a profound…

Effect… on me…

Looking… out…

Of… my window…

Overlooking the mighty Église Saint-Sulpice.. I’m dazzled by the geometric beauty of the silent.. awesome.. slate-grey rooftops staring back at me.

Suddenly.. a huge bellowing sound.. emanating from the bowels of Saint-Sulpice.. deafening but exhilarating.. envelops my being.

It’s… the bells

Huge.. monstrous bells were ringing loud.

I was… mesmerized…

Overwhelmed…

Emotions… trembled…

Tears… flowed…

The great bells… continued bellowing…

Insistent…

Persistent…

For whom… did the bells toll…

For… mankind…

For… humanity…

We’ve all been subjected to the unrelenting savagery.. carnage of terrorism unparalleled in recent “civilised” history…

We’re… traumatised…

Anaesthetised…

Sadness… envelops my soul…

I weep… for our “condition humaine“…

Yet…

As I look at the slate-grey rooftops… majestic in their austere silence…

From my… little window…

With… the mighty…

Church bells… still ringing…

My… faith…

In… the beauty…

Of… life…

Takes… flight…

I… feel…

My… heart…

Sing…

Again…

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