The morning is bright with the Frost and Fog Spirits, the Sun Spirit enshrouded in mist. Stark bare tree branches are the picture of austerity. The tall evergreens stand witness, awake and watching over the land in its deep winter sleep, dreaming the dream of summer.
“Farewell Spirits of Night. Hail, Spirits of Day, Mother of Light! May you smile upon us this day, and teach us to make peace with each other, that we might build it together while you shine. May your inspiration touch us, and may our hearts be open to your teachings. Moran taing agus sla\inte mhath.”