Under the holiday lights
A cold, snowy, winter night…I’m standing in front of an old watch shop..hypnotically looking at the Christmas tree in the window. Unusual rustic tree, decorated with ornaments in the shapes of different type of clocks. I like this window, it is the only window in town that doesn’t want to escape or trick time… it celebrates it. Next to the tree, in the small golden frame, stands the old reproduction of the J.M.W. Turner’s “Sun Setting Over a Lake”. I love this painting, when you looking at it you can almost taste the light, so abundant and alive, like you can warm up on it. The only ordinary thing in this setting is a string of flashing red lights, that persistently die and being reborn in a second. In this unsuccessful attempt to overshadow its surrounding, they look sad and pathetic, but that’s the thing with almost everything during this time of year. I’m staring at the face of a physical form of time, that grins at me through the walls of the old watch shop, thinking am I man or a fraction of time.