The Bell

It was the bad days that made me eternally grateful for the bell. Crowded subways and spilled coffee. Meetings from the moment I walked into the office until late in the afternoon. No lunch. Some god-awful presentation. Then rain the minute I left for home.

It was those days that I would come home, pull off my soaking wet suit, take a hot shower, and think of nothing but the decadence of the bell.