I will put aside for a moment the anxiety I feel that my Halloween cards are not even conceptualised, let alone ready to send (HA HA HA). Instead I will think of all the lovely fall colors beginning to appear — more slowly up here, but much further along in Connecticut. I can’t get over how beautiful the leaves are there — more colors than I remember anywhere else. I know Vermont is supposed to be the foliage queen, but Connecticut wins every time. As we drove through the Berkshires back to New York, you could see the palette shift and change, growing darker and more green.
It’s the time of year Dark’s Carnival returns and you think, maybe this year you’ll run away and join up. What could you do? Maybe a juggling act — or performing as a geek, or maybe once you join you’ll find that there’s something weird about you that you never acknowledged before. Something that will make people stare, something that will provide a living as the carnival moves from town to town, old hands slipping away into the darkness as new recruits join up. Doesn’t matter — they’ve always been there, even if they just arrived last night.
The bonfire of dead autumn leaves perfumes the air. It’s October again.