Time
Mellors lifted his head and squinted at the sun. He could tell that it was nearing midday and that soon he would be able to take a break from repairing the pheasant pens and go to have lunch with the Blouseman under the trees outside the greenhouse.
He rotated his neck and idly thought of the people up at the big house, of all the clocks they had around to tell them what time of the day it was... so damn weird.. didn't they have the sun and the moon and the sky changing colour to tell them that? Even the scent and feel of the air itself changed with the time of the day and you could tell by it what time it was even with your eyes closed..
He shook his head and shrugged, pitying them, then lifted his head again to the sun and winked at his own personal clock.
He rotated his neck and idly thought of the people up at the big house, of all the clocks they had around to tell them what time of the day it was... so damn weird.. didn't they have the sun and the moon and the sky changing colour to tell them that? Even the scent and feel of the air itself changed with the time of the day and you could tell by it what time it was even with your eyes closed..
He shook his head and shrugged, pitying them, then lifted his head again to the sun and winked at his own personal clock.