All sounds are sharper in winter; the air transmits better. At night I hear more distinctly the steady roar of the North Mountain. In summer it is a sort of complacent purr, as the breezes stroke down its sides; but in winter always the same low, sullen growl.
John Burroughs (2012). “In the Catskills Selections from the Writings of John Burroughs”, p.17, tredition
