Have you ever seen the orange leaves of a gnarled tree gently lilting in the breeze against a grey, cloudy sky?
Hear and feel the sharp rustle of dried leaves on the ground as you step on them, or kick them around in glee. Smell the rustic pumpkin spice scent of the season, made stronger by the wind and rain. In your coats, hats, scarves and gloves, embrace the comforting cold; the smoky, mysterious atmosphere.
The veil is thinning. It is a wisp, a trickle, a trail. Another world is in the process of opening, sliding in, and forces beyond nature are visiting our realm. It is a creeping, solitary yet whimsical unknown; for it can be only enjoyed alone, and in the late afternoon; in that glorious twilight - the coming of the soft and silk night. Easily hidden then, but within the cold, the wind, and the roaring fires all around, these forces are always here, staying for the festivities, between Mabon and Samhain.
That is autumn. That is Halloween.
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