So it is with our people that we would draw our robes about us, and think on the better days to come.  The storm challenges the spirit of the weary traveler.  Would that it trifle our soul beyond our capacity to overcome such a thing.  Think on these things that I tell you that we would seek our lodges and wait out those storms which encumber us. Our lodges are warm and happy whose smoke cheerfully ascend the heavens.  

The long winter evenings in our camps does not need to end our joy for the vision of the indwellers shall travel far to warmer places.  Now is the moment that we should come against the cold with the warmth of the spirit, when the harvest has prepared us against the hunger and through the crystal night we rejoice that the storm is over.