It’s impossible to be a sundial, at least most mornings. Pocket devices buzz and ping. Alarms go off. The coffee maker beeps to say the pot is fresh and ready. Most days begin; most days are already in motion before waking. The cat wants in, the dog wants out. The snowplows whoosh and scrape down the street, their flashing lights pulse through the window, keeping time with the buzzing alarm.
In Praise of Keeping Time
In Praise of Keeping Time
In Praise of Keeping Time
It’s impossible to be a sundial, at least most mornings. Pocket devices buzz and ping. Alarms go off. The coffee maker beeps to say the pot is fresh and ready. Most days begin; most days are already in motion before waking. The cat wants in, the dog wants out. The snowplows whoosh and scrape down the street, their flashing lights pulse through the window, keeping time with the buzzing alarm.