It was not every day that a Shard of IT fell out of the sky and stopped in midair above a man's mighty hoe, and Noah had stood in the middle of his half-planted row for a long moment afterward, staring up at the hole it had burned through the snowing clouds.
Was being connected to existence so grand now that the things he wanted simply dropped out of the sky for him? Then he had looked down at the hoe in his hand, humming quietly and a little too innocently, and he had known exactly who the culprit was.
