The Eastern horizon glows gold then pink; the blue sky begins roll back like scroll. There's ice on the windshields parked on every curb, in every driveway. The city park is quiet as this heat of the sun turns the frost into misty clouds swirling toward heaven. Robins soon begin to bounce across the playground lawn, listening for its prey. Robin stops abruptly; listens. The worm that moves is breakfast; that quick!