They all came out dashing and dancing, high and fancy. They'd just seen the lord.
They sang. They communed. They renewed their daily commitment, and then skipped to their cars, returning to the day.
The wind picked up. The lord was there. A rain started to fall. The lord was there. The sky cracked bluer than blue, throwing light and shadow everywhere. The lord was there.
Now they're home. They've had something to eat. Maybe a little drink. One of them lingers at the table. Another stares idly out the window, waiting for the afternoon.
A cyclist rides past, then a car or two. The television goes on in another room.
The flow of things is all so normal, and yet all of this detail is managed by something else. It would be nice to know what that something is doing, and what its plan is.