One of the fascinating things about the quiet and peaceful town of New York was the clock tower built tall enough for everyone to see. It wasn't just an enduring architecture, but a silent witness to the passage of time. With each gong, the residents are reminded of time, a precious jewel, if lost, can't be found but only leaves a scar of pain and regret for the things they never did.
The Clock tower became a tale for every generation, inspiring them to work. Along the Clock tower was a water canal where bicycles were parked at its edge. People who knew little about the town would consider the residents to be poor, but people who knew them knew they were rich people who considered a simple lifestyle.
The town had great structures and good recreational places, but the residents rarely had time to enjoy the nature's blessing around them. They believed time was a silent witness that couldn't wait to reward their idleness. While strangers explored the tourist places, they were all about their daily lives that revolved around working and making more money.
Their simple lifestyle was enough for them, a daily activity that revolved around work. The silent witness was an ideology passed down over the years, and it was out of this ideology that time became something they honor the most among other things. Philip, a stranger, would often sit at the end of the narrow canal as he took beautiful pictures of their brick buildings, culture, and beautiful nature, then nod his head sorrowfully wondering why a clock tower had denied such a town from enjoying the beautiful natures they're blessed with.