I walked to the back of the property by the woods and the water and sat down on an old chair left by some previous tenant. A certain disquiet had settled in through the course of the morning. The disquiet that often portends the resolution of a problem real or imagined. An errant word or something simpler. Or larger. A few bubbles appeared on the water close by the edge of the stagnant pond. And then a few random anwers floated to the surface.