If you take a brisk walk into the distant past, you will meet your great-grandfather obliviously enjoying the setting sun outside a newly built hut. It is crisp. In mint condition.
It belongs to his third wife, or fourth, or fifth. Does it matter? Absolutely not. He has on a leopard skin, covering just his loins. Children play around naked, as the older boys drive the animals in their respective shades. The day is breaking.