Unpleasant illusions

Standing in the back door in the receiving bay you can hear the wind whistling outside. I know where I am, I know that it's chilly out, but it doesn't take much of an imagination to believe the building has been moved....

The garage opening could just as well look like this...

And by going outside, in a short period of time, I could look like this...

My Girl Like this...

Or perhaps we could end up like this...

or this