I bought this clock in a Vape/Head shop a few years ago. I was the only one gift shopping. But this clock reminded me of my Eddie. So I had to have it.
Eddie was like a clock. Always reliable. Always moving. Always changing. I valued my time with Eddie and his sister Sophie so. The moments were golden.
How we measure time is not so much the mechanical calculation but in memories of special moments. For Elliot it was coffee spoons, for me it was a cat’s purr.
To read more about my Eddie her is a link
My Second Act, Scene One 