I am a child, preoccupied with a windowpane covered in frost. I lean in very close to the glass, and draw with my fingers, little circus animals, first an elephant, then a giraffe. As I begin to draw the stripes on a crude zebra, the animals magically come alive!
They peel themselves from the window like silver stickers and cavort about the room. The more I create, the more I am surrounded by playful little two square inch creatures. We dance about my room and I am transformed into a silver duck. I lead them in a march of the animals.