There is something comforting about the ‘tick tock’ of an old clock.
It never rushes, slows, or changes rhythm, hypnotic in its chant as it marks the beating of your heart and the passing of Time.
As I look at my watch, the Time is exactly as it says on this one, yet by the Time I finish this post, Time will not have stood still as it does here.
Digitals and LED displays may be easier to see, but they don’t have the personality of the old timepieces from yesteryear.
One of my earlier posts was about time and since writing it, so much has changed for us.
As a kid, time seemed to drag, especially on school days. The weekend would be over and done with so quickly before it was Monday again and five long days before Saturday.
In my working life, Mondays and Tuesdays were the longest days, but as soon as we hit Wednesday, then it was only 2 days to the weekend and they seemed to speed by. Sadly, the weekends went by even more quickly than Thursday and Friday!
These days, every day is fast. We don’t seem to do very much as a rule, but today we have been really busy, yet to most our lives may appear mundane and dull. I mean, not many people feel pleased with themselves for having showers, doing the washing, shopping and housework, but all on the same day? Yep. That’s us. And don’t forget walking the dog, even if she is confused at the moment where all the grass has gone.
The cheap little travel clock we purchased when we first arrived here ticks on.
We moved it from the bedroom end of the boat because it was too loud and now it sits in the kitchen. Surprisingly, it doesn’t seem so intrusive there, even though it’s directly behind me as I stretch out on the bench.
When we retire to bed, I can sometimes just hear the steady beat above the intermittent thrum of the fridge.
I find it soothing in its simplicity as it ticks me off into the land of Nod.