This is not the only evidence of this annual change though, you can feel the change in the air. There is a briskness that snuggles well into the interlude of seasons, not cold enough to complain about but past the point of having any chance of a warm breeze. During the day you rely on the power of the sun to bring warmth. After the sun drops below the horizon you bundle up. And first thing in the morning, well, you bundle up even tighter, walk outside and give your body a wake up call that coffee can’t even compete with.
And this was just the perfect weather backdrop for Halloween weekend. The night sky was clear, only being slightly highlighted by the half moon hanging low in the sky. We were invited to a costume party on Saturday night and although most of our things are still in storage in PA we did happen to bring our bagful of wigs and makeup (you obviously never know when you might need things like these). So with one day notice (and help from my mother’s old hippy wardrobe) we were able to pull together some costumes to make for some good first impressions.
One of the neatest things about going to costume parties, especially when you don’t know anyone anyway, is the casualness of conversations with strangers. You don’t know them, they don’t know you and to make it even better neither of you really knows what the other person looks like. I talked to a skeleton named Terry for half an hour and there is no way I would ever be able to pick him out of a lineup. I saw a vampire talking to a nurse. Batman talking to a witch. Julia Childs talking to the devil.
And there we were, just a couple of zombies caught in the wrong place at the wrong time back in 1967, shootin’ the breeze on a chilly October night.
