Saturday morning is bright and brisk, and the flag on Station Rooftop points steadily toward the southeast.
"Northwest wind," Rocket says, reading it backward. "The cold front came through last night, just like the forecast said."
Raven lays the week's log on the table. "What do you notice about the pressure reading?"
"It dropped before the front and climbed after," Rocket says. "The barometer saw it coming."
Nova projects a checklist for the family. "A front leaves fingerprints," she says. "Temperature, wind, sky and pressure. Find all four."
Rocket is already pulling on a sweater. "Front hunters, move out."