What is this night before us?
Fascination and adrenaline conspire and twist with irreverence. For so long we could only reach so far, but now — tonight — our own ghostly skin reaches out beyond the flesh. Spirits! What might we touch? For we are so limited in what we see
Yes. We walk the night, past that one shadow that seems just a little softer than the others. A voice is not really heard, yet we feel it brushing against our coats. A thrill erupts and exceeds any quantity of skepticism, shredding like a lightning stripe down a cypress trunk. We do not understand, but at last we have realized
Happy Halloween