Late in the pitch dark night, much too early one morning when the sun was high in the afternoon sky, ever so slowly it happened quite suddenly.
There was no sound when, loudly, it came crashing down upon them. No one expected it, but it was just as they had predicted.
What had happened was entirely beyond description and yet everyone had a mental picture of it on the tip of their tongue.
The smell of it rang in their ears.
The entire crowd was speechless, the nattering endless. For hours on end the blathering lasted but a moment.
And then, in the calm of turmoil, it was the village idiot who quietly projected (in a manner that everyone in sight could hear), "while this event, which lasted but a split second, could go on forever, there is no time like the present for a nicely chilled cocktail."
