The old year has burnt down like a candle. Only the stub is left. The shaft of light flickers, rises and falls away as it reaches the end of the wick. In just a few hours the spirit of the year to come will arrive like a newly created candle, fragrant with new adventures, kind words, shocks, twists, journeys and joys; rich with unknown possibilities. Tonight, she will place it carefully on the hearth of your soul, an altar to all that is to come on the path not yet traversed. All she is asks is that you light the light of a new year.