Time Passes

Time passes, slipping by rather too quickly when you are away "researching" in the backwaters of southern Burgundy with its crumbling ochre villages, where Gothic architecture looks  positively cutting age and modern, compared to the rounded, earth-bound arches of the Norman churches and fortified farms that are two a penny, still.

Sometimes, it can feel as if one era has gently fragmented and in the cracks and fissures and shards that are left, you can just glimpse another emerging beneath.  Time certainly doesn't seem linear here:: it feels more elliptical and unknowable than that, so that the landscape appears to be dotted with unsolved clues to the mystery of the past.

Try writing about the passage of time in a way that evokes this sense of enigma. Think about atmosphere and telling detail, rather than dates; try and give your writing some emotional context (an ache? a sense of loss? a release?) as that will make it more interesting and resonant.