The huge round lunar clock was a gristmill. Shake down all the grains of Timeโthe big grains of centuries, and the small grains of years, and the tiny grains of hours and minutesโand the clock pulverized them, slid Time silently out in all directions in a fine pollen, carried by cold winds to blanket the town like dust, everywhere. Spores from that clock lodged in your flesh to wrinkle it, to grow bones to monstrous size, to burst feet from shoes like turnips. Oh, how that great machineโฆdispensed Time in blowing weathers.
Ray BradburyWhy the Egyptian, Arabic, Abyssinian, Choctaw? Well, what tongue does the wind talk? What nationality is a storm? What country do rains come from? What color is lightning? Where does thunder goe when it dies?
Ray Bradbury