This morning I happened to be up just before 5 AM, and as I often do went out on the porch to admire the clear cold sky. The traffic sounds on the highway (five miles away, but sound does travel) had just begun to pick up, prior to the morning commute.
At 5 AM sharp I heard the town clock (equally five miles away) chime out the hour. This is not something i've ever heard at any hour from here, but thanks to a gentle east wind, it was clear, distant, but not at all faint. The town clock, still operated by levers and gears and a great deal of personal attention, still keeps whacking good time.
And now its snowing, a steady, damp, large-flaked snow, drifting down, sometimes rain, sometimes not.