To Be Young, To Dress Like a Dinosaur
To Be Young, To Dress Like a Dinosaur
The 10th Month Went Quickly
October 31, 2018
Halloween
Some of the trick-or-treaters must have come from different neighborhoods. You didn’t recognize them (granted, they were wearing costumes) and their parents were not familiar either.
But they were all polite when they proclaimed, “trick-or-treat!” And while one boy specifically asked for “chocolate!” no one appeared disappointed that you offered only healthy fare; granola bars, fig bars and trail mix.
Thinking it over, all those things probably have more sugar and calories than the mini Snickers you gave out last year. Still, they must be healthier.
It was a perfect day for trick-or-treating. Sunny, about 60 degrees. The children stepped through the piles of leaves dressed as princesses, superheroes, Star Wars storm troopers and one hot dog.
Your dog barked like crazy every time the doorbell rang.
You remember your first dog, your family’s dog, who was born on Halloween in 1971 and died in 1984.
You remember your great uncle who was born on Halloween in 1911 and died in 1995.
All summer you waited for October. You loved the summer sun but were eager for fall’s chill. The Kodachrome leaves, football, apple pie and girls letting their long hair protect them from the cool breeze.
You waited all summer for Halloween. To be scared, to eat candy, to let sad and perfect songs fall from the piano by candle light as the dog and cat sniff about and you look out the front door which you left propped open just far enough so that you’ll know the moment her car pulls to the curb.
And as November steps into the light you wonder if you can keep that door open all winter. --TK
Wednesday, October 31, 2018