First it reminded us: with it we shall not reckon.
Then it made us think everything would be OK.
Then it made us feel impossibly awesome.
Then we were 100% sure that what turned out to be the floor of our
taxi was the roof.
Then the great hordes found a way to jive, if only for a few seconds.
We thought for a moment about a herd of moose in response to a cavalry.
Then it told us good night.