Three days it takes, to transition a year. One to farewell; the death of the old year. One to welcome; the birth of the new year. One in between; belonging to no time, no place and no person. An entire day between the veils of the here and now, between breath and shadow, between spirit and space. A day to transition from the warm half to the cold half of the year. This is the day and the time of the ancestors, the deceased and the departed. The Final Harvest. Welcome to Samhain.