The Disappearing Hour

Ever wonder where that hour disappeared to when you turned the clock ahead? I'm not interested in a scientific explanation because that won't satisfy my sense of wonderment. Whether or not there's a logical explanation won't do—I am into the magical realm. That place where children and adults who refuse to acknowledge the passage of time reside.

I envision a stockpile of hours acculumated over the years—hoarded by wizards who do not realize how a few days more, months, years can invigorate people. Instead of rushing through life we could dip into the stockpile to slow down and take more time to experience life.