Gemotions

I examined the antique pocket watch, its intricate mechanisms visible through the glass back. I held it up to my ear, listening to the delicate tick-tock. The hands were frozen at a specific time. A time that resonated deeply within me. A time of change.

A sense of confusion enveloped me. The watch was a gift from a student from years ago, a student who had always been fascinated by time and history. I had long forgotten the name. This specific watch…this particular time…it felt like a message, but what was it telling me? I sat down, the watch heavy in my hand.