There is a thought from centuries back that mid-day, noonish, when the sun is highest is the end of the cycle that begins at dawn and slowly gets louder, more complex, more - well more more until that 12pm strikes and then it is a slow unraveling of events until the sun sets. Think of it as at first light there is one person on the street and by noon the sidewalks are full of folks who disappear one at a time until 1 remains at last light.
We like that thought. The question is who is the clown who ventures forth first...
Let us imagine some sidewalks, whitewashed buildings and fences, clean, still air - warm and dry - with sounds and songs heard only now when there is just one of us.