The summer heat is finally dying. There’s a crispness to the air that signals the changing of the seasons, the coming of the darkness after what seems like an eternity of brightness. In the distant evening I can hear the werewolves howl as they circle their prey.
To most, this time of year is about death, endings, and fear. It’s about costumes and candy and being scared.
For me, it’s the time of the year when I come alive. When I get energized. When I get myself organized and ready for the coming year. When life makes so much more sense. This time of year is renewal, and hope. This is my new year.
Happy Halloween, my friends. May the treats be plenty and the tricks always teach you something.
Trick or Treat