Some words are perfect even if they aren't spoken everyday. But when they are spoken, they send forth a visual. A gesture to being in two places at the same time. Like a spoon dipping into sauce. A pen approaching paper. A scurrying of light.
See, night transforming reeds into magic pens. This happens whether anyone is present or not. Whether the favored wooden spoon is at the ready; whether there is paper available to hold the wild gesturing