Time with an end, and elements that won’t bend. The year that is, maybe the year into being uncertain. Moment’s notice in a foreseen condition of no long and short hand division. Cries of a year with fears and tears.

In the town of Downplay, Utah, a lonely clock on the tower of precision hill has now become condition hall. It seems a repairman trying to upgrade the clock from the past into a promised future. Instead, gears of expression into a world an end and a year with no reason. It was precision with a pause.

The clock had literally stopped causing everything to stop in their tracks with no schedule in mind. A miracle needs to happen. No singing from a choir is going to fix this dilemma. It’s all the repairman’s fault in trying to improve time, but caused a loss in time. Hearts are pounding in the wake of the consequence, but with the stillness of no swan lake.

I have said before, and will say again, Downplay, Utah needs a miracle, and needs it quick! After the repairman realized what happened to the clock at his defense, he knew, he had to make it right with himself and all the citizens of Downplay who depend on the clock on a daily basis. The New Year is just around the corner, and if that clock doesn’t sound of the New Year coming in, time will remain amble at a standstill forever. It will be a remembrance of what time used to be. It seemed no movement of the gears and the long and short hand had loss their sense of direction.

Suddenly at the last hour, the clock’s gears began to function with the urgentness, and the long and short hand began to bring new meaning in hope and quartz. It’s only a few hours before midnight. Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes into the precise. It was not midnight, and the clock sounded into a new year with praise in ringing of the bells and gongs in the town of Downplay. This was the upscale of a new beginning, the pause mode into the capture mode for all who value time.

It looked like time had stopped, but was mapped what was to be, and all the citizens of Downplay had an upbeat saga. There was singing into the New Year, and the revelation of a lonely clock that had plenty of time on its hands, but the hero being the repairman in question with direction from higher grounds and bounds unreached. Time unstoppable, and all our lives into the probable of yearling.