The house is quiet,as the new rays of daybounce off the snowy roof tops outside.The sky, I realise, is chaos.Alive with birds, frantic flying.All talking at oncein feathered communication.Every surface, diamond coated,as the night’s frost keeps hold.The frigid air forms iciclesin my lungs with each deep breath.Fresh, clean and sharp.There’s an excitement:In the air?In the…