A Cold Coincidence.

I was out hanging laundry this morning when I heard the church bells chiming across the fields in the cold east wind which has been prominent over the past week. Being Saturday, I assumed a wedding must be imminent.

It brought to mind another wedding there, a little under two years ago, which sent an even colder wind coursing through my bones. I thought of subsequent events and the timing of symptoms, and realised that my cancer probably arrived and started growing just about then. There’s probably no connection between the two facts, but the sudden perception of endings large and small became insistent anyway.