Where were you...

Friday. Started off badly. Disaster. Foul speech were thrown back and forth. Voices raised to decibels like never before. Anger reared it's ugly, ugly head.

Saturday. All peace and quiet. Anger was still in the menu. But were spoken in whispers and hush tones. Smiles and laughters were soon heard. Words were spoken right from the heart. Love is the language.


I could hear the bells ringing. From a distance. Faint. But sure.