I've never seen it go by overhead. People talk about time, or, rather, assume time in their talk. Things happened yesterday.
Tomorrow is planned.
I don't get it. When I read Erskine Caldwell, I'm talking with the man now. When I recall my aged Latin teacher who interrupted an exam to say, in English, that he had just swallowed a fly, I admire him and am amused now. But I don't experience it. I don't leave a trail, like a comet.