Liverpool UK, July 2010
This is the clock I saw from the tall glass windows of the apartment we rented in Liverpool.
This is the clock I saw as I stared out across the top of a city I didn’t yet know but already loved, just by the snatches of cobblestone streets I saw in the short cab ride from the train station to the apartment and by the beautiful lilting accents circling my ears.
This is the clock I saw as an old friendship was brought back to life and as new ones were made to a backdrop of clouds, rain, even hail, and maybe the greatest video game of all time. Wooop!
This is the clock I saw as I discovered the awesomeness that is goat cheese, tomatoes and peppers on toast.
This is the clock I saw as I laughed so often and so hard that my stomach muscles and my cheeks may never recover.
This is the clock I saw when I tried to spot the dozens of birds that insisted on yelling their heads off at all hours of the day.
This is the clock I saw against the pink glow of early morning, muted city lights and exciting new hopes and dreams.
This is the clock I saw as I attempted to master a one pound yo-yo. And failed.
This is the clock I saw as a shooting star lit up my world, leaving white hot streaks behind.
This is the clock I saw as inspiration filled me up and overflowed, giving me words and ideas I couldn’t wait to write down.
This is the clock I saw when I didn’t want to close my eyes to sleep because I knew when I awoke, it would be time for me to leave.
This is the clock I saw when I gave one last glance behind me and thought, “I’m going to make my way back here.”
And I will.
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