Day 32: Monday
Good morning Zak,
So I did end up joining the choir. I’ve attended two rehearsals and sung at one mass. The choir members are hilarious. They’re all adults, some of them quite elderly, but they act like little children. At one of the rehearsals someone mentioned that the priest had complained of chatting going on in the choir pews during the homily. This meant that yesterday, instead of just chatting during mass, they also told each other to be quiet in between conversations.
Hope flies across the city of Milan:
Anyway, today’s post is not a letter but a poem.