Unison

There’s a construction worker belting out a song on the site next door. The notes came in through my window so I opened the door to hear them. Outside it is pelting a hailstone-ish sleet and his notes curved around and out from the building into it. It might well be the most perfect unison of note and weather I have ever heard.

The lyric he sang was something like “whatchuwawnt” with a reggae sound. Reggae and snow on a Tuesday who knew?