Brigid and the Cailleach

Brigid stood and watched the sun sink below the rolling green hills. A cool breeze lifted goosebumps on her skin and she felt the chill of the night reach into the vestiges of the day, and lay them to sleep on the earth. Her red hair blazed like fire and she felt the ancient pull, irresistible as time itself. The age-old dance of light and dark, and as the last of the equinox sun disappeared below the horizon, she knew it was time to leave her gentle, fertile valleys and turn her steps towards the north.