It started high on a moor. It remembered the feel of the stone. Its stone. Cool, damp moss, soft, loamy soil, an earthworm struggling through the compacted earth beneath it, something with many, tiny legs skittering across the craggy surface. Time passed. The world moved a round it in a way that it hadn’t known for ages, not since the very earth thrust it up upon a mountain and the Great Ice came across to scrape it down to the moors below. Now it was moving, moving, faster than it had ever known. Gravity pulled it downward; the new forces … Continue reading Time and How It Passes