Halloween seems to creep towards us every year, ticking off the dates on the calendar: Maeve's birthday, my birthday, Gran's birthday, and then creeeeeeeeeeping even more slowly, until suddenly it's the night of Halloween and we're running around getting dinner done and finding the last bits of costume and Sophia changes her mind and sticks with the obscure literary character instead of the obscure anime character and seriously it's this way again and again and kids are outside waiting for us and we're rushing out the door and never get a photo.
I don't have Halloween photos from 2007 at all, and only a snapshot of Sophia in a witch costume for 2008. It's not like Christmas with all the photo opportunities. It comes and goes like a vision.
Which reminds me of Halloween 1998. We'd been here 5 months in the house and had friends over for a movie marathon--this was pre-kids, of course. They left late into the night, after 2 in the morning, long after the last scary teenagers stopped even trying to pretend to be legitimate trick or treaters. As they drove away, I stepped down onto the sidewalk and looked east up the street. Something about the way the streetlight hit the last few remaining leaves, about how the wind skittered dry bits across the sidewalk and into the street, the silence of the city so late at night, no sirens, few cars, it was one of those little thin moments that I stand there and wonder who else is standing there with me. Feet frozen to the ground, just a little lightheaded, I shivered and broke the spell. Trotted quickly up the steps back into the house and shut the door behind me.
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