The day is new and the snow is cold. Stripes appear as the burgeoning Sun ends her Stygian sojourn.The house is 100 years old but to the current inhabitants it is new. Migrants to a new world, the eyes explore and take note of the wonders of a house in snow and ice. They are quiet and still, bundled in cheap cotton. Mysterious creatures leave traces of actions unseen and icicles cry their lives away. A neighbor walks her dog.