a toast to our daughter on her big day, that it may be the first of many,
and
so the moment was solved and we raised our glasses and clinked them
together with a lingering note that hung over the table, taking a long time to
fade
like the Angelus bell
which still reverbs in my head now, a single note ringing on in the
brightness of the day as if the whole world were suspended from it
mountains, rivers and lakes
past, present and future with
the whole moment so complete now and tidied away that we could
settle easily into each other’s company and turn to safer topics

— Mike McCormack, Solar Bones