He pushed his chair back, grabbed his jacket, and went outside. The first fat raindrop landed on his nose. As he fumbled with the clothespins, he thought maybe—just maybe—the new X-Sense wasn't just a gadget. It was a reminder. A reminder that the world still turned, the wind still blew, and the laundry still needed to be brought in before the rain.
Arthur squinted at the tiny, rain-streaked LCD screen on his old weather station. It had been a gift from his late wife, and for ten years, it had dutifully reported the temperature, humidity, and barometric pressure of his small backyard. But last week, the outdoor sensor had finally given up, flashing "--.-" where the temperature should be. A new, sleek X-Sense weather station sat in its box on his kitchen table. x-sense weather station manual
The manual showed a picture of a futuristic, wind-vane-topped device. Arthur grunted, carrying the sensor outside. The manual said to mount it "at least 1.5 meters above ground and away from obstructions." He tied it to the old oak’s lowest branch. Good enough. He pushed his chair back, grabbed his jacket,