About time

As a child, I would sometimes stand in front of the 70s-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 to 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.