Three little figurines in a row.
They look up at the menacing sky in a doubtful way, the first one reach out to check if it’s really raining.
They have the usual gestures of daily simple habit.
I do the same; I don’t trust this Belgian capricious weather.
I reach out…”Gosh it’s raining again…”
The three little figurines on the top of the fountain will keep on with their eternal gesture, always the same, with all possible kinds of weather.
Time has many dimensions.