The Visitor
Night creeps in on ghost feet, crawling o’er the hill.
We draw it close around us, as though we’ve had our fill
of sunlight’s lighter glories, ready now perhaps
for shadowed imaginings and black cats on our laps.
Night has different talents—dark, occult and deep.
They stir our dreams and cause us to call out in our sleep.
Acting out the shadows is what our dreams are for.
Surely without night time, our days would be a bore.

Halloween is NOT my favorite “holiday!” I may retreat ~ ~ ~
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We all take our candy to the entrance and make up big bags for each child. I think we had 600 last year! No dearth of kids in Mexico.
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We used to do something similar — a bbq party in a visitor parking area, with a huge cauldron on a table for everybody’s candy. It turned into booze parties, and then some of the instigators moved, so that has gone away! I either leave or hide now.
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In Boston, we bought enough candy for the masses … and we always ran out. Here, we have never had a trick-or-treater. I think it is too dark and empty.
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