I've seen a tiny casket with two images in it. I've seen images on the highway, on the lake, in the wars, I even saw an image hanging in a tree, where the image had made scuff marks into the bark, the image must have tried to climb back up.
The day isn't downy, it's like tree bark. Sometimes you need hard bark on you even if you are a sapling resting in the unpierced shade of a persistent field of ghostly flowers.