in which Megan sits and sees a view during Lent 2011
Literally hiding in the bathroom. Everyone else is supposed to be painting outside, but all of them are in and out almost constantly. I lock the door.
I sit on the cool floor, newly-cleaned. The window is open. I hear TBTL from one iPod, Katy Perry from another.
Water for tea is boiling on the stove. The kettle calls. Not yet, honey.
When the bell tolls again, ending this time of meditation, its sound is faint compared to the rest of the noise of my world.