Seventh night of Yule

[weofodthignen]

At dusk I went out into the glistening backyard and blóted Mona, Sunne, Bil, Hjúki, Vǫr, Dæg, Niht, Gná, and Hermóðr with the last of the red wine. A bird was calling a warning as I began; someone's dog was wuffing gently behind me, beyond fences.