As a child I would sometimes stand in front the 70’s styled fireplace and gaze into the face of the wooden wind-up clock that sat upon the thin mantelpiece.
I was fascinated by the gentle ‘tick-tock’ and by the way the minute hand only appeared to move when you were not looking directly at it.
On a few occasions I even attempted pressing my nose right up against the clock face to try and detect movement.
Now, the minutes, hours, days, months and years move by at a greater speed and sometimes I wish I could stand in front of that clock again – and not see the minute hand move.
Posted: by Leeroy.