My grandmother's clock. (Click picture for larger view)
"The hours of folly are measured by the clock, but of wisdom no clock can measure." ~ William Blake (1757-1827)My grandmother's old clock stands in the front foyer marking time, chiming on the quarter hour its usual melody. As it winds down the chimes sound more and more slowly until it stops. I always here the chime in the night and count. How wonderful to count three and know there are several hours still to rest. But at times when the clock has almost run completely down it will start its chime; gong..gong ..gong....gong ..gong and slowly keep going; ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen. Then I am awake. In its demise the clock gongs as long as possible, then a final deep reverberating gong fades slowly into the night.
Submission for LensDay topic "clock". (end of post)