Call me old-fashioned, but when it comes to clocks, I far prefer the sun.
It’s faithful and reliable, but not insistent.
It acts one way in the forest, another in the desert, or on the valley floor.
North, south — who could ask for more?
Early? Late? For heaven’s sake — what is living for?
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Categories: Sweet Sleep and Bare Feet
Tags: Clocks, Daylight Savings Time, Sunrise, Sunset
William Michaelian 
The day, the sun.
The night, the moon.
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Their breath, their song, their tune.
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