An excerpt of Deathwatch by Mike Rimar © 2000
--Time is a remarkable thing. You can see its passing as the seasons change. Smell it in the bouquet of apple blossoms, and decaying leaves. Feel it in your bones. Taste it in overripe fruit. Time has sound in the ticking of a clock.
Time. You have either too much of it--or not enough. For me, it is life's biggest irony.
From my bench in Barclay Park, I watched the old man sling bread crumbs to a cluster of pigeons. To the average person he acted as though he had all the time in the world, but a trained observer could see the old man's time was on his mind constantly.
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