Two men meet in the road as if by chance - one on a unicycle with a large bird under his arm, the other in a wheelbarrow with a smaller bird perched on his head. The man on the unicycle is juggling, the whellbarrow man is blowing a trumpet. The men are both wearing neat bowler hats. The hill behind them is a gorgeous rosy orange, and there are two dark poplars on the horizon. This is a universe I can understand.