I was out of a warm, comfortable bed and coughed onto the seasonably cold January streets earlier than I would have liked on Wednesday. I wasn’t prepared for the bright chilly morning, short a scarf and a pair of warm gloves. Shuffle, my oldest, least reliable friend, was providing nothing but bad selections, turning up only weird, dissonant, agitating music. My mood was threatening to go from bad to worse when I spotted this weird sculpture in a vacant store window. There were no clues as to why it was there, who had made it, or what it meant, but it was just preposterous enough to give me pause; both in my walk and in my impending self-pity wallow. So, thanks, whoever made this. It re-made a morning slightly smashed by weather and work.