7 4 5
whether post or ante meridian, it does not matter.
the arms of the huge office wall clock got frozen making love on top of numbers 7 and 9 the whole day, somehow making time irrelevant and non-existent, busy on its own.
it is liberating, this illusion, that time ceases to haunt you for a while. it takes away the tremors of the head and the earthquakes of the heart. it keeps you still, and places you in a spot where you can compose yourself back into pieces devoid of the constant worry of time racing against you in the racetrack of life.