The wind outside nested in each tree, prowled the sidewalks in invisible treads like unseen cats… Anyone could see that the wind was a special wind this night, and the darkness took on a special feel because it was All Hallows’ Eve. Everything seemed cut from soft black velvet or gold or orange velvet. Smoke panted up out of a thousand chimneys like the plumes of funeral parades.
-Ray Bradbury
FOCUS: Holiday
When black cats prowl, and pumpkins gleam
May luck be yours on Halloween…
Beth Poe :: FreeForm 