Until 12:15

The scallops are cutting smaller scallops with their dropped shadows onto the dirty cream stone. Their bulbous drip is cut resembling a teat four times. Steps are inserted into the window arches to climb later, ascending to something Aztec. There is an interference of unfocused blotches of shadow made by the tree across from the main entrance. A butterfly moves its tiny darkness across the brickwork. Of course there are shadows that merely restate the architectural shapes, printing another sill below each sill. These do not cut into the mouldings, and are accepted by the eye more as buttresses than aesthetic moderations. Somehow there has been left shining a streaked, dripping slice of stone, a horizontal white dash.