The wind outside nested in each tree, prowled the sidewalks in invisible treads like unseen cats. Tom
Skelton shivered. Anyone could see that the wind was a special wind
this night, and the darkness took on a special feel because it was All
Hallows' Eve. Everything seemed cut from soft black velvet or gold or
orange velvet. Smoke panted up out of a thousand chimneys like the
plumes of funeral parades. From kitchen windows drifted two pumpkin
smells: gourds being cut, pies being baked. - Ray Bradbury in "The Halloween Tree"
Wishing everyone a very spooky Halloween ~ Dominique
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