They painted the pipes blue to look "funky, man." They began running brewed tea through them, and coffee through the radiators, to give the place an enticing aroma. Near me, a professor is explaining why her class is going en masse to Washington DC to overthrow the government (the 21st century tea party), while in the corner someone has hacked into the radiator with an illegal spigot and is mainlining the java.
In early February, the old woman gives way to Bridget, the Bride, the Spring Goddess. Light eight flames over water and give thanks for the first plants that grow even as the snow still lies on the ground. Bridget's song and the music of the forest bring new life to the world.