When fog fell over the city, Geia and the goddesses awoke from their slumber. At first tip-toeing softly about, so as not to wake the sleeping, soon gamboling through their streets as if they hadn't danced for decades. The women, in fact, had not danced upon their Earth for thirty-three years. They rejoiced in each others' rhythm and movement, so grateful were they for this night to arrive. Dum-didi-chum-dum, and on and on, till the half-moon met the Earth's horizon.