Report, if you have a problem with this page“ The sand in the hourglass runs from one compartment to the other, marking the passage of moments with something constant and tangible.If you watch the flowing sand, you might see time itself riding the granules.Contrary to popular opinion, time is not an old white-haired man, but a laughing child.And time sings. ”
Vera Nazarian
From : The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration
