It’s a strange sound to hear in my living room in Pennsylvania, a good 443 feet above sea level.
Tonight, Mike and I were eating brownies and commiserating about how tired we were and how much work we had to get through before bed. Then there it was: boop, boop — a sound effect from “20,000 Leagues Under the Sea.” I half expected to hear “Dive, dive!”
I looked around, confused.
Mike laughed. “It’s just the cuckoo clock,” he said. He was right: it was 10 p.m., and the eerie chime of our neighbor’s clock was sounding through our homes’ shared wall.
Maybe not a warning about giant squids, then — maybe just a soft reminder of the passing of time.