“Do those bells always ring?” I ask. It is turning six, and my time is up.
My therapist looks up from his iPad and smiles, “Only this time of year, you can hear them better.”
“They sound so clear,” I say.
The church isn’t far away, just a block up the street. I am embarrassed by my lack of awareness. I’ve been seeing this particular shrink for over a year, and never once…