I am currently looking at the digital clock on my desk and it says 2:14 AM.

I watched that person standing there at 2:14 PM exactly, the clock on the wall ticking like a hammer hitting a soft nail.

I found the postcard at exactly 1:14 AM while cataloging a box of unsorted personal ephemera from my tenure at the university library.

The neighbors have those blue LED Christmas lights that make the snow look like a surgical ward. …