The streets are awash with people in scary outfits. The SeaBus terminal is decorated with skulls & skeletons. The shops are choked with orange goods, supposed to denote fall and Halloween. The townhouses in the complex are hung with spider webs. Maybe there is candy somewhere.
A friend in Tucson admitted he will go home early, take the kids candy mining, and come back to adults getting drunk.
Another plans to dress monochrome and wonder the streets in search of adventure.
I recall past Halloween with kids and grandkids collecting pillow cases of sweets (as we called them when I was young.)
The most romantic involved a sleigh ride through the snow of Leavenworth, Washington. We ended drunk on apple cider which had been home-brewed.
The most productive for the kids was in a crowded neighborhood of Cedar Rapids, Iowa as ten brothers and cousins descended on houses built just after the war and lived-in by old folk wedded to tradition. Some of the kids got sick afterwards from too much candy and excitement.
Tonight I will simply stay at home and drink. In this townhouse complex, nobody comes to the door through dark trees and dank bushes. They stay on the roads and go to the houses along the public paths. I shall not commit solecisms of admiration of tiny tots dressed as elves and goblins.
Although this morning riding my bike through the complex, I passed a lady and kids dressed as bees–great big wings spreading horizontally more than the kids achieved vertically.
This started as a way to face the fears of winter: dark nights, cold places, scary situations, and the passing of summer and autumn. Now…. oh well enjoy.