I sat in front of one of my altars tonight and paid my respects to Brigid. I lit candles, sipped and offered Bushmill's Honey, and just listened.
When I finally put out the candles and got up, I was amazed to find an hour had passed.
Now, a little time with Them at the other altar before bed. A good Imbolc to all, and to all a good night, though I wouldn't count on an early spring no matter what the groundhog said.