As midnight approached last night, I toured the
neighborhood, soaking in the Halloween moment.
Every year, since I was a kid, it's been very important for me to go in search
of that feeling, that certain tinge of mystery in the crisp autumn atmosphere
that marks this night like no other. Whatever is going on in my life, for worse
or better, the magic always manages to find me. It's weird and wondrous.
A gigantic, glaring harvest moon followed me from street to street as the streets
grew colder and more lifeless, slyly crawling leaves keeping me company in the
brisk autumn breeze.Earlier there had
been Trick 'R Treaters swarming under the streetlamps and creeping up to my
doorstep.Many more than last year. Lots
of tall, peaked hats and broomsticks. Just about perfect.
I've got to keep extra busy now and try not to let
the post-Halloween depression set in, as it usually does. Maybe I'll manage to
dodge it this year, but I know the odds are against me.