A simple thing happened. So we left the rest to figure it out. A document signed by the wind. Possibly and irresistible sense of fingers on a keyboard begging for one, more, minute, done and gone. A bubble formed in the bath of a child, while mouth held under water, created by Mount Olympus’s keeper, crawled, escaping, toward freedom and fire on Earth. Watch as the mountains shed droplets of bark toward all who see and fetch a pale of water to rinse, it’s about here, and now, and then again, so very simply so.