Broken

Yesterday I had a crew over to trim some trees in my front yard, and I was a little concerned because the front of my house has a huge stained glass piece next to the main door. According to our neighbors and postal lady, it was custom made in 1961 by a famed Pennsylvania glass artist who used to live in the house when it was built that year.

So they parked their truck right in front of it in order to block it from any flying debris.

As I once described in Tentacles, there are some instances on this planet, when the laws of gravity seem to take a couple of nanoseconds off. Like when one is walking down a path, and a rock, as if by magic, jumps from the ground and lands inside your shoe. How does that happen? Is it evidence of magic? Time travel? Even if one considers a viable explanation, the most common of which is that the other shoe kicks the rock into the partner shoe, it takes some extraordinary physics and flight acrobatics to imagine a rock being kicked by one shoe, flying sideways through the air as you walk on and sliding into the other shoe. I prefer to believe that the rocks jump straight up and floats into the shoe.

And yesterday a large tree branch was cut, fell about twenty feet to the center of the yard, and a small piece of wood broke off as it hit the ground, and defying the laws and vectors of physics, it somehow managed to teleport itself to the other side of the parked truck, and travel about 25 feet and smash a hole in the only stained glass window in the whole damned house.