All Hallows Eve

It's deliciously chilly and overcast; the browned leaves swirl and slap wetly in the sharp wind, and my breath billows from my mouth in white clouds. By all rights, I should be longing to curl up in front of my fire with a cup of tea, but I find myself enjoying the day, the tangible energy of it, and the prospect of the little ones creeping down my long, dark lane way to come knocking in hopes of a sweet treat.

It's All Hallows Eve; the Samhain. The Celts herald this night as the first of the new year, and a day to celebrate our lost loved ones. I quite agree. So tonight, I will set an extra place at my table, and light a candle to guide the dead home. And although I won't have a feast with my family and friends, they will be in my thoughts as I recall my lost loved ones, and celebrate them in my own way.

Have a wonderful evening, no matter how you plan to spend it.