The blessing I read at the end:
A Blessing for Winter
As the days grow shorter, the late autumn warmth ebbs fully away, leaving behind the damp whisper of winter
May you have solid walls to shelter you and a bright hearth to hold you welcome in its arms.
When the world insists, despite your body’s waning, on a continued quickening of pace
May a stillness settle itself within you and a quiet longing for peace guide you gently home.
If the ghosts of your more haunted days should return in the afternoon darkness, to whisper bitter nothings in your ear
May you have the gentleness of thought and tenderness of touch to usher them kindly away.
May the sharp sun enliven you
May the cold breeze awaken you
May the company of friends warm you
And may the crisp falling leaves remind you of the beauty of each and every fine and precious day.