Found connection

Momentarily lost, but recently retrieved, now the noughts and sticks are flying with more intent than a wayward missile at a misdirected gathering of layabouts and thoughtless drifters. The new information is on its way.

The clouds came to hide the sun and some rain fell again: the change came to signal that the time was different, and people left. More on the way. But no more words for the time being. Just these ones.