The world was changing subtly. While turmoil filled the skies, small movements were taking place on the ground. A kingdom there, a governor or clerk, a dynasty, all falling like water down a drain. Each one held a peg, and as they fell, everything changed. We looked around like we had never seen color before, felt the sun on our faces like it had never shone. The clouds had parted. The ground had stopped shaking. All was still.
Now what? Now we dance.
