Inverness by David Alexander
As the grey skies became darker with the threat of rain, I heard the bells nearby. It was Sunday, after all, so I wasn’t surprised, but I was curious about the source. I crossed the street to a park I saw to find the bells. They continued to toll. I walked through the park, hoping with each step that the skies wouldn’t baptize me with the expected downpour. I had left my umbrella in Perth a week ago.