The quiet cup that holds this still morning, is crazed with tiny hairline cracks of birdsong - almost imperceptable through the airtight filters of sound subduing glass. A subtle soundtrack to accompany the silent film that is playing on the other side of the window pane.
"That's the thing with magic. You've got to know it's still here, all around us, or it just stays invisible for you."
- Charles de Lint