Standing still for a moment…feeling the hands of time rushing over me. Aware of the moment when the clock struck midnight and the moon like a halo above, gracefully lead me to this day. Singular moments of time that have marked me…that have created me. I look up at the moon and dream a mixture of yesterdays, today and tomorrows.
The hands of time reach out, even when I do not want to follow the dance it leads. It takes my hands, I step on its toes, and around and around I go…
photo: Broken, forgotten, worn time pieces. Empty cases, movements rendered still. Gathered over time at the flea markets in France. Piece by piece, second by second time unfolds many stories.
One of my most favorite books of meditations on time, Einstein’s Dreams
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