Today we celebrate Walpurgis Eve in many ways.
With children watching the fire.
With choirs singing in the spring.
With friends, with laughter, with perhaps a blanket in the grass.
But somewhere the old remains.
In the fire that is still lit.
In the feeling that something is turning.
In that we, year after year, gather on this very evening.
Walpurgis Eve is not just a tradition.
It is a way of saying: now it begins again.
