first steps, baby steps, but still, a step. movement from the previous immovable object, a reach, a stretch, the imperceptible growth of a tree branch to shade the ground, the turn of the sunflower following the Apollo's chariot, it's not much, but it is something. inertia, a car plowed in by snow, and that first shove, over the mound of grey ice, and it breaks free. the log rolling, just that first step to start it moving, and it should, really, start rolling freely, like a snowball, gathering momentum, speed, until it's unstoppable, out of control, and eventually falls apart due to its own inadhesive structure, but that worries me not, just that first step, that first step. it's something.