As the snow began to melt, tumbling from tree branches at the behest of curious crows, it revealed the criss-cross footprints of sparrows and the silent padding of cats, the scurried hop of squirrels and the long, carefree strides of humans and as I breathed in the winter air, I watched a lone seagull wandering far from his domain navigate the slush streets to secure an entire bagel and fly off towards his cold water home. Merry Christmas.