*Scarlett*
Good Goddess. I can hardly fathom that I am inside the Clock Tower, staring at the three beautiful gear trains that keep everything moving: the hands on the clocks, the quarter bells, and the famous main bell itself.
Trudging up the spiral staircase to get here, I must have placed my feet on a thousand steps. I would have climbed a thousand more to obtain this view. On our way here, the guide explained that every three days he resets the weights used to control the pendulum. Therefore, I am studying the workings of what is probably the largest pendulum clock in the world.
My father once gave me a cuckoo clock for Christmas. I took it apart with such care, worried that I might stop the carved wooden bird from showing itself and singing its little song. However, I successfully
