The torrent of time is obstructed, slows, stagnates. Future dissolves into hanging mist. Wary of the pain of looking back, the intensity of our gaze falls over and over on the now. Crocuses give way to daffodils, then narcissi, cherry to apple blossom. Herons deny time in their prehistoric immobility. Goslings multiply. Dawn recedes into the early hours. The park fills with daisies (he loves me), dandelion puffs and buttercups. The fox slinks by, taking goslings, one by one. The wash of green becomes a dusty curtain. Coot chicks hurry in on huge feet: tiny, fearless. All that is not human keeps its rhythm - only our clock falters and slows. As the complacent future is revealed as illusion we join nature, and all who barely survive, in the present. Postscript: in the midst of the already unthinkable, a casually entitled killing begins an awakening that de-pedestals the fiction of our constructed history. This revisioning of the past calls centuries of injustice into collective questioning. Can we, together, build a just reality, here, in the present? This Time HD video 5’06” was filmed each day at 6.20 am from 4th April to 27th May 2020, in Fog Lane Park, Manchester, with voice-over of contemporaneous diary entries.