“Clocks slay time… time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels;
only when the clock stops does time come to life.” – William Faulkner
When we arrived to open the Cape house a few months ago, we noticed that the kitchen clock had stopped working. This wasn’t terribly surprising, since it had been around for quite some time. To fill the empty space, a platter in the shape of a fish was propped up against the wall. Eric and his brother like to joke about it. “Hey, what time is it?” one asks… to which the other replies “I think it’s half past a fish.”
It never gets old.
I’ve grown to really appreciate the absence of the clock. So much of my day is spent scheduling that to be in a place that doesn’t have a visible clock is refreshing. Somehow life slows down in the most miraculous way when you aren’t always checking to see what time it is. Eating when you want to. Drinking when you want to. Napping when you want to. It’s a wonderful thing.