As a child I wondered about the mysterious time that began a bit after the sun hit the top of the sky & ended four or five hours later. It's too hot to go out, the grownups said and pulled down the metal shutters of their stores. Most slept. Or played solitare. Maybe a little coffee with a novela. A time of quiet. Even the street cats fell asleep, in the cool under the shadow of the church. A boring time for a kid. A time to read or invent little things.
It felt like such a long gap between the clangs of the church bells. No one stirred, not even the cats.
This clock renders itself invisible during siesta, lest they inadvertently find out the time.