Funnily enough it had always been geometry of motion for me.

Over the decades this effect has diluted somewhat, but for me time was always some landmark shapes of the hands of the clock and how far the current arrangement of the hands are from the chosen landmark. No names. No numbers.

This caused lots of problems when someone would ask me for the time. I really had to slow down and deliberately translate, with some conscious effort, what I saw into numbers and words. So for some tens of seconds I would be transfixed, frozen, time-sniped.

When I looked up time for myself I would skip the numbers and words entirely.