Festival of Ice

Yesterday morning was the last day of ice. Today the first of spring in the calendar of the Great Church. A giant cross of ice has dominated the plaza in front of the Harlem Bank, and lobster-robed priests have presided over icy infusions.

Now the festival of ice comes to an end. Men and women lift the daggers of ice from their hearts, and a choir of children sings.

Giving you light
Sending you light
Spreading lightly on the ground

Doorways
West	East
	North
Down	Up
	Forth