I was waiting on a late bus earlier this night and standing out in the cold. My fingers were freezing and I was holding bags of groceries so I wasn't in the greatest of moods. As the minutes wore on, I became more annoyed. If I were wearing a mood ring it would be dark purple. I wanted to get home and drink some tea. I wanted to take a hot shower and relax. I sighed in frustration. Just then, I heard a beautiful sound. It was the melody of bells ringing. The sound was crystal clear in the night air. For a moment, I forgot about my frustrations for a moment. I listened to the music and turned to the sound. Across the street, a little church stood. The bells were coming from there. I tried to identify the songs but I couldn't. All I know is that it sounded so lovely and I couldn't help but smile. The chiming ended and the night was filled with the sounds of cars whizzing by once more. When the bus finally came, about five minutes later, I realized I wasn't frustrated anymore. I felt grateful for that little reprieve. It brought me a much needed moment of happiness.
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