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It's October, and the jolts of overlay in reality keep coming. Can I just be like this all the time, where the smallest piece of autumn excellence reminds me of greater ones and puts me in a state of holiday anticipation? It's like Christmas, except better, because it's Halloween, which has much more interesting traditions, and you can do it by yourself.
It gets coldish, so the black nights with candlelit pumpkins come to the forefront of my mind. There are pumpkins in piles outside Kroger, so wandering the streets in search of benevolent upholders of the treating tradition comes in a flashback. There is candy in the aisles at CVS, so the memory of sorting, bartering, and eating to excess after a good haul take over. Someone's dressed oddly, so I'm reminded of the industrious imagination, production and thespian execution of various fantastical costumes. Street lights are orange at night, so the ghost-spider-skeleton-pumpkin decorations of the street, still to come now, rear up in my memory.
What to do, what to do?
It gets coldish, so the black nights with candlelit pumpkins come to the forefront of my mind. There are pumpkins in piles outside Kroger, so wandering the streets in search of benevolent upholders of the treating tradition comes in a flashback. There is candy in the aisles at CVS, so the memory of sorting, bartering, and eating to excess after a good haul take over. Someone's dressed oddly, so I'm reminded of the industrious imagination, production and thespian execution of various fantastical costumes. Street lights are orange at night, so the ghost-spider-skeleton-pumpkin decorations of the street, still to come now, rear up in my memory.
What to do, what to do?