antique astronomical clock


When Old Possum was a boy, his grandmother would share stories of her ancestor from the old country, the one who lived in a high attic above the town’s giant astronomical clock, which was famous far and wide for its age, beauty, and intricacy.


From his rooms, he had an excellent view of the annual Advent market, full of greenery and twinkling lights, and bustling with shoppers.


And when he opened the windows for a bit of fresh air, he could smell mulled wine, roasted chestnuts, hot pretzels and potato pancakes, and spicy gingerbread glazed with sugar.


(December 2022)


Story & Photo © Jennifer Singleton / Read+Purr
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