It was a very cold morning and the fingers stuck to the outside of the window were looking blue. Interestingly, not all were from the same hand and there was not a ring finger among them. I fed the birds who were living in a block of flats in the garden. On top a person dressed as an autumn leaf was threatening to jump – my childhood self concurrently made a pattern from already fallen leaves. I found June on a rock in the middle of the Rhine and the two of us then became three – the other person was slightly shorter and had a steering wheel for a head. We visited the fairies that had moved from their musical house and now lived on a pinhead by the sea. We all played at being pincushions while two knights entered through the dolls house door carrying a run-over man with a zebra crossing tie.