Storms are blowing over. After a brief calm the air darkens again, the trees shake. But cars still pass, commerce continues. This strange light in the sky may be the most important thing in the world to understand, but who notices it?

What is it that will halt us in our tracks, make us listen, make us stop collaborating, make us leave the offices and the stores empty and walk out into the street and look at one another?

And then never go back. Convert us utterly.