I’ve written before about The Grandfather Clock (Tempus Fugit) that came from our former family chalet. Well it stands right next to my desk, ticking and chiming away the moments of each day. This morning while preparing my earlier post and playing haiku games on twitter, I snapped out of a moment of reverie as the clock struck the top of the hour. A flash of l’Esterel and the seasons past came to mind along with a wistful smile.