Friday, 31 October 2008


Anyone could see that the wind was a special wind this night, and the darkness took on a special feel because it was All Hallows' Eve.

Everything seemed cut from soft black velvet or gold or orange velvet. Smoke panted up out of a thousand chimneys like the plumes of funeral parades.

From kitchen windows drifted two pumpkin smells: gourds being cut, pies being baked.

Ray Bradbury - The Halloween Tree

From ghoulies and ghosties
And long-leggedy beasties
And things that go bump in the night,
Good Lord, deliver us!

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1 comment:

Boll Weavil said...

Happy Halloween Mr B ! You are as integral part of the day as the great Uncle Ray himself as I already have 'Jack from Hell'loaded up on the MP3 and am halfway through calling up Harry Houdini... Great Stuff ! An annual treat !