Time runs and I lose it. Or rather, I grasp it at some point, put it somewhere, and lose track of the thing while going about my day. Forget all about it, remember that it's there, and try to find it. Is it in the kitchen, under the apple trees, on the steps? Whenever I find it, though, I see that it's not where I left it, having crept farther than I would've ever guessed.