The other day I was driving through downtown Dover, on my way back to the office. I had the windows down; it was a bright, breezy, beautiful mid-day.
I had the radio on, tuned to a singer/songwriter station on Sirius. I don't recall what was playing, but it was acoustic and melodic.
It was just noon when I came to the intersection of State Street and Loockerman Street, in the heart of Dover. Church bells started ringing to mark the hour. It was a carillon, I think, playing a hymn.
What caught my ear was the fact that for just that moment, the song on the car radio and the music from the church steeple were in harmony and rhythmically in synch.
I love it when that happens. It is a reminder that there's order, if only accidental, in the chaos of life.