Nea, this is a great piece of writing...I can see you looking at the clock face as you write this...pondering the imponderables of time...and the way it passes, whether we want it to or not...each movement of the hand slicing time from our lives...and a fond memory of youth, where time had no meaning...wonderful!
Every new beginning comes from some other beginnings end...
Why not try a new beginning...at The Maelstrom