I'm not sure I was even aware this clock I bought recently for the dining room had a glass face.
Stress the word had.
It fell off the wall last night as Steve brushed by. I think he barely bumped the wall.
That "CRASH!" and the sound of breaking glass? Yikes.
Fortunately no family members were injured; just the clock.
Wouldn't it be nice if we could really stop the hands of time and just hang out here for a while? Well, I'd really like to get over this ugly cold (or whatever it is) that I have, but other than that I'm really enjoying these few days with my sweetie here. He'll be gone again before we know it, back to the daily grind. It makes me sad to think about him leaving in a couple of days, even though I knew it was inevitable.
Yes. Life - and time - goes on.
Even the poor clock is back up on the wall, minus the glass, but working like a charm.
And because in my world a broken clock can never be just a broken clock, there must be some great life analogy here, right? Like ... it's just what we do: when we get knocked down we pick ourselves (or each other) up, repair what we can, discard what we can't, and keep on moving.