I've been eying this window for a while. Often though, the foot is not alone in the room, and I've left it be. Of course, sidling up to it when there's no-one around doesn't exactly make me seem any less fetishistic. Just more furtive. With the clocks changed, the sun dipped lower & lower as I made my way home, & Eastern Parkway was bathed in gold. By the time I got to the foot, it was almost dark.