Answer:
It's in your hand though you can not feel it. Only you and time can reveal it.
I am black when you buy me red when you use me when I turn white you know itβs time to throw me away.
I have hands but cannot clap. What am I?
Never resting, never still. Moving silently from hill to hill. It does not walk, run or trot. All is cool where it is not. What is it?
I'm sometimes white but most often I'm black. I take you there but never bring you back.
Brings the sky a lot closer.