Last night, our street was empty of trick-or-treaters. Only Henry and Will and I knocked on doors, gathered our goodies. For the past eight years, our neighborhood gathered at one end of the street to trick or treat together. The men attached hay-carts to mowers, the babies and toddlers pulled behind in wagons. After, we'd gather for pizza and drinks, and catch up until next year.
But now, the kids are older. They have other friends, other places to go. On our short street, the children in five families go to five different schools. Sometimes, it feels lonely...
Tomorrow we move the clocks back an hour. The morning will brighten, good news for the kids waiting for school buses. Bad news for after school and after work, when dark will descend with a vengeance.
Winter comes. And yes, if this post sounds melancholy, it is. Just a tad. Time to hibernate, time to turn inward. Peace...
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Melancholy is for me at least, one of the softest and gentlest of moods.
ReplyDeleteJust the same, I hope the light returns to your day, world and heart soon.
It is a soft, sad time of year but we have our lovely winter to look forward to. With winter comes wonderful brilliant snow, chewy and crunchy under our feet while the cold nips at our very red noses. And when we come in for those soul filling winter stews that fill the house with warmth and comfort it nourishes our souls with our past and present.
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