Son of man, you cannot say, or guess, for you know only a heap of broken images, where the sun beats, and the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, and the dry stone no sound of water. Only there is shadow under this red rock (come in under the shadow of this red rock), and I will show you something different from either your shadow at morning striding behind you or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
It was sadly very cold, windy, and very, very grey. I didn't get to do much with them before my hands refused to work and it was clearly time to return to someplace warm. Like the car. We actually had to drive to the beach (which is two blocks away) because of flooding.
By the way, I would really like that Dollheart Alice Fantasy outfit. If anyone's selling it, well, I want it.