Talking of things moving under your feet (Dorothy):

I just drove to the next town over, where I am data-entering this from a public computer (rental).
To get to this spot, I had to drive over a bridge crossing a river.
There is a crossroads, of which the bridge itself is one-quarter,
and the crossroads has got a traffic signal with lights and all.

THis means that when the light is red in that one direction,
traffic is stopped right ON the bridge over the Housatonic River.
I was driving one of the vehicles that was halted on the bridge,
waiting for the light to change.

At that crossroads, drivers from another direction made a right turn,
and following the green-arrow-light signal,
they turned ONTO the bridge itself where my lane was stopped.
So these other cars drove past us going the other way over the bridge,
and yes,
that bridge rocked, rocked, rocked.

And I thought of Dorothy's kiln and the floor with the broken joist.