Up there in the snow and winter darkness Dionysos rules in the long night,
while troops of maenads swarm around him,
himself the choir leader for the dance of the fire-breathing stars
and quick of hearing for every sound of the night.
– Sophokles, Choral Ode from Antigone
This song. This right here. Chills, thrills, ecstasy.
Excuse me while I go to the park and commence a mad frolic in Their honor.
No excuses necessary. Mad frolics are the whole point. :D