Counting The Hours

I'm not really feeling 100 per cent today, and it has been really busy; the one thing I haven't been doing is counting the hours! But this little chap has the time. Being lego, he is largely immortal; he has lived in the house for at least 8 years now and has spent at least the last three on the mantelpiece. He has migrated from one end, to prime position in front of the clock.

Time has a unique ability to haunt us. I was thinking today, how easily life changes in an instant. One detail can transform us, our mood, our outlook, our sense of self and hope.  And yet we often learn more about ourselves and those around us, not in the moments of transformation, but in the slow time, when things are just ticking along, there is nothing worthy of laying down memories... and yet we are laying character and behaviours almost without realising it. 

So this is about the contrasts, from the quiet similitude, to the transformative change, and we are the small puppets who are enslaved to the vagaries of time on our lives.