"...the old house...stood on a ridge, long and low, and weathered gray like a part of the earth. By day it had rested in a green sun-dazzle of trees or a glistening purity of snow. By night you heard the boards creaking and the lonesome sound of wind talking down the chimney. Yes, it had been good." (ThePsychotechnic League, p. 150)
Very well observed. It was the nighttime description that caught my attention in this passage - the wind sounds lonesome - but the daytime description is good as well.
Poul Anderson's "The Sensitive Man" is a pulp sf story that presents such descriptions as well as a dramatized discussion of the most basic issues about humanity and society. See here.