Monasteries and Mt. Olympus

Bells are sounding off in the distance. It’s still dark outside, but I suppose this is to wake the residents of the monasteries. We hear them first from our neighbouring cliff, and then faintly from somewhere much further away. The sound bounces between the mountains and rocks to reach us in our little fort beneath the trees.Β The moon has risen and I catch a glimpse of more falling meteors before drifting off to sleep again.Β  Continue reading “Monasteries and Mt. Olympus”