»In which strange things happen as the clocks jump around

Daylight Savings Time, the autumn incarnation, is more interesting to me than the vernal. The mystery of the extra hour: what happens?

I was wakened by weeping, loud enough to hear up and down this block, an adult weeping.

Four squad cars and an ambulance are now in the intersection of Page and Scott, and the car that was idling on the eastern side of Page St has moved to the kerb. Earlier, the woman who was crying got into the back of the car, perhaps for protection: as I arrived at the window, a man (the driver?) got out and flagged down a passing prowler. Another arrived almost immediately, and then took off with lights ablaze -- perhaps to find the assailant?

The paramedics and police all left, suddenly; the woman left with the police, I think; I did not see where the man went, but the car is still parked haphazardly at the corner.