Tempus fugite…sometimes.

Dynamic, ephemeral, ceaseless, relentless… That’s what time is. It passes whether you like it or not. We even attribute the changes in our bodies as we age, or sleeping patterns to a body clock. Ancient Greek philosophers argued hard about what time actually was/meant. Still, I haven’t got time to go into all that now… Theories of time, relativity…whatever, confuse me. I just want three hands, some numbers and a slower rate, at certain times; you need more time, there isn’t enough…you want less time and there’s too much.

In times of pleasantness, I need a geological clock!

Perhaps the most annoying thing about time, though, is me; or rather was me…

I remember the first watch I ever had. Well before Christmas I knew I was getting one and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on it…the time dragged on the run up to the big day! It was a simple Timex with a small window in the black face showing the date. The strap was a lovely black gloss, of course not real leather but that didn’t matter. I strapped it on as proud as punch and simply could not take my eyes from it! Such was the fascination with this watch that for maybe three or four days I would constantly check the time and tell everyone and anyone who was near – the hour, minute and even the seconds; oh, and a reminder of the date too. For a short time too I was allowed to wear it for bed and amuse myself with the glow-in-the-dark hands! For a child that would never sleep without at least having the landing light on, this watch seemed a cure for my acute nyctophobia – bedtime couldn’t come quick enough – well, beguiled by the chronograph for a short time at least. Bedtime became halcyon-like… It was water-resistant too, although I could never quite talk mum or dad into letting me keep it on for the bath. I did occasionally sneak off and pop my wrist under the tap though!

I kept that watch and wore it almost every day, no other watch, no matter how expensive, no matter what the brand, would ever take its place. Sadly it met quite a violent end in my twenties and among other things, it was a sad loss. Though how significant or important can a simple watch be, in comparison to other losses? Well, it was with me through times happy and sad aplenty, and one of the nearest and last things I had close to something so dear that I lost at precisely the same time… Only I wasn’t wearing it.


About Robert

A fifty-something, retired Celestial Travel Agent. Walked many paths; some good, lots bad. Meandering through the past, plodding in the present, crawling toward the future.
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