Of Spirits Good and Evil

This morning was wondering why the sun was up earlier than it had been in the past weeks. Had we slept in? Was I late for work? No, in the busyness of the day before and the shenanigans that night, we'd forgotten to fall behind. The unexpected extra hour was vastly relaxing.

Our home is lined with boxes of our things, some packed carefully and some rushed. Some in the room they belong, others not. It is a beautiful place already, but with us in it, it becomes something more. Something complete. And when everything is in its proper place, it will only be greater. It did not rain on us yesterday as was predicted. I suppose it couldn't have. Not while the universe is at peace.

To celebrate Hallowe'en, I. and I went for a brief chilled stroll around our new neighbourhood. There were houses decorated, pumpkins carved, and a cardboard robot dragging aluminum cans. As I. said, it is the days like this that bring community together. People walk the night streets in good spirits, enjoying the company of the strangers that surround us. This is how life should be; joyful and safe. I think it's the other days when we masquerade otherwise.

Last year, I wrote a series of brief fictions about vampires, zombies, monsters, werewolves, and mummies. Don't be scared, they can't possibly bite you.