It is a most unexpected Earthquake in Geneva. There is another earthquake in Kyoto. We appreciate it lyrically. A slide of dust slips along a roof gully. A large tree of golden petals shakes and the petals drift to the floor.
Birds fly up.
Bottles of clear liquid in a shop quiver on a shelf. The water in a puddle shimmers reflections up a wall. Alas, any true flight we make will always be externally assisted. Alas, the best we can do is fall and believe ourselves flying. It is the trajectory of a thrown stone.