One day, the sun came out just when everyone was busy at work. Nobody noticed how the light touched the weary snow and softly said: you are beautiful, but also old. Except the little red house on the street, who took great pleasure in this particular event, that happened shortly before or shortly after or even right in between a myriad of other moments just as magical and just as particular. With great joy and youthful eagerness the little house looked up and answered back: So am I! Shine on me! And the sun did.