The Unendurable Hour of Silence.....
This coming Saturday night, it will be time to set the clocks back. Everyone seems to hate the time change but I kinda like it. It seems like part of the wonderful mystery of time and environment. It's interesting for the night to come on so suddenly sooner; it means that the restful evening of the year has arrived.
The thing that I personally can't stand.....well, it just doesn't make sense to anyone but me.
I love clocks. Lots and lots of clocks. Although I don't have nearly as many clocks as I once did, there are still a variety of about 30 or so in my small house; most are simple battery-powered clocks. I wish I had more clocks of all kinds! My special love is old gear-driven clocks that chime. When the time change comes in the spring, it's easy enough to move the hands of the clocks an hour forward. But in the autumn, I have to stop the wind-up clocks for an hour and wait to re-start them. I always think of that time as the Unendurable Hour of Silence.
The house is too quiet. Nothing is ticking; nothing is chiming the hours, halves, or quarters. The battery-driven and electric clocks are just fine and they are doing what they're supposed to. But the heart of my house stops beating when the old wind-up clocks are stopped. And, I admit it, sometimes I cry during that silent hour.
This morning, knowing that the time change is coming on, I decided to change the clocks early--best to get it over with early and get accustomed to the change that will come. So I have been enduring the Unendurable Hour of Silence.
.....it's nearly over.....I can wait just a few more minutes.....Now! Finally! Aaaaah!
I'm going to go re-start the clocks now, and my house will again be alive with the joy of time.