It was unseasonably warm today, beings that it is January and 60 degrees. Lily and I enjoyed the sunshine and cool breeze by taking a rather long walk around the town, going around campus and looping in and out of neighborhoods with pretty houses and cute families. We passed lots of people sitting on their porches, children playing in their yards, and dogs on leads loving being able to lay in the sun or see all of the people strolling by.
While we walked, we passed the neatest thing I have seen on an adventure in a while - an old mantle clock. It was spray-painted gold with elaborate decorations, leaning against the trunk of a huge tree and for a minute, I felt like Scout and Jem Finch being given a secret gift by Boo Radley. There was nothing drastically profound in this find, save the delighted lover of words and life within me that found the simple pleasure in the irony of "passing the time" while passing the time. We stood for a few minutes just to decide whether or not to take the clock home, but decided to leave it right where it was. It had made a home nestled into the earth, stuck at four twenty-eight. I guess maybe you could stretch it and say there was a message of awareness tucked into that quaint little timepiece - our days will each be the same amount of time, so be cautious of the hours and how you want to spend them. Or something like, "Be sure to love passing the time, and not let the time pass you by instead."
"Be sure to stop and smell the roses - and check the rose-bed for old treasures!"
Or maybe it's just a nice story about a sunny Monday afternoon.
God bless this week!
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