🧼🎃?
Orange pumpkins, witches, zombies, and ghosts. Children dressed in every kind of costume imaginable filed past me.
Near the station, a couple in matching costumes were walking along, all smiles.
I walked past them and headed home to Paper Street.
There aren’t any treats to be found, though.
If anything, Tyler is all about the “trick” in “trick-or-treat”—and he is all year round.
Even knowing that, I still go along with him.
end.
Tonight, I’ll come back to life, too, feeling the essence of life in those who are dead.
And so the cycle goes on: living, coming back to life, and dying. Over and over again. Still, it’s more fun than spending another sleepless night.