Some warmth to break the ice of winter and lead you home to your warm
bread.

May the road rise up to meet your feet;
May the wind be always gentle from the mid-atlantic
and the sun shine warm upon your celtic pride.
May the welcome mystery stack softly upon your house
And, until we dine again at the hour of the Pleiades,
may God hold you in the 1:24:4 psalm of his hand.

Scarab of the Doubtful Guests