The goddess Aurora has left her saffron bed above Neptune’s realm and passed over us, her golden wings spread; behind her in minutes will come the chariot of Apollo, and a new day begins.

It is a day of rest, decrees our faith, which was ascendant even as these Roman gods waned.  (Do gods know decline? In theory not, but in practice, the worship of them does). Fortunately, we shall attend a church which distinguishes between poetic license and blasphemy.

May the gods do so also, and may today shine upon you and yours.