Thursday, July 12, 2012
I want to pause, take a rest and hope that the clock will stop and ponder for a while with me. But I still hear its constant ticking ever more loud the moment I stop….reminding me that time is flowing through my fingers as I reflect.
With a growing terror I try to hold on to the fine grains slipping away… in vain.
Meanwhile, an hour glass quietly fills up the bottom with a fine dune of sand and I sit down to watch the tranquility, tired of grabbing on...
This clock tower, counting seconds for hundreds of years was captured in Galle Fort, Sri Lanka. If it could only tell me the number…..