JS and the future of Drupal's front end: A chat with Socrates
Drew power walked down the gravel path, fists pumping back and forth. A cloud of birds burst from a nearby bush, scattering in all directions. Eyes widening, Drew skidded to a halt. Stiff arms pressed down, dug into hips. Short, tattered breaths settled into a long sigh and a groan.
“You spooked them.”
Drew glanced to the side. There sat a world-weary figure, perched on a bench, eyes glinting with mirth. “Didn’t mean to spook them, just trying to get where I need to go.”