my husband fixed a broken clock
And it is the most beautiful thing ever. It rings every quarter hour, every half and every hour.
It’s ticking is consistently in the background. But it breaks the silence and the constant whirring noise of the modern electronics.
It has Roman numerals, and it is absolutely gorgeous when it rings.
It brings me back to a feeling that I have felt before but that I have no good way of describing.
As if I have warped back in time, or I am now realizing that time indeed does pass. I am stuck in a zone of longing for something that I do not understand yet I crave.
Is it the stability of knowing that the clock rings every quarter and half hour? Is it the sense that time is still there? Even though I am stuck inside most of the day?
I don’t really know, but I will say that it is beautiful and it brings out a romanticism in me that I do not know how to describe in words in the English language.
It is as if this is another piece that had been missing in my life up until now.