Sometimes, when the sun is setting in a funny way, it can seem as though there is no way down this particular road that will not certainly meet with hostile resistance. You can also forget that there is always a point of least resistance; it is often a question of doing the right things in the right order.
As with a Chinese box you watch the way things move - their orders, arrangements, vectors, mechanisms - until the multiplying combinations offer up a temporary entrance. It could be something as large as the angle at which a car parades along the pavement in front of a group of teenaged girls clustered in a doorway, or it may be as small as the momentary flash of sunlight reflected from a tenth-storey window as a wife shuts out the sound of an argument with her lover. At any rate, chance brings opportunities if you are willing to act upon them, though such sudden windows often vanish as quickly as they appear.