AIR OF ANTICIPATION
For the young man, there was no time of year that carried with it a greater sense of anticipation. There was something in the air in October that created an unparalleled sense of excitement and anticipation for him.
He realized that a big part of it was the advent of Halloween, the one day of the year that he really looked forward to. He liked the thrills, and the chills associated with the night, the sense of fear that lurked around every corner. The commercialization of the day was something that did rub him the wrong way from time to time, but for the most part, it was a day he relished above all others.
In October, when the days were still sunny and warm, but the nights grew cold and eerie, he was in his element. The dry skittering of dead leaves blowing up deserted streets filled him with a strange well of nostalgia and excitement.
The passage of the moon behind dark wisps of cloud made him anxious. It was the one time of year where anything truly was possible.
He could run into a zombie, lurking out from behind the skeletal cadaver of an early barren maple.
A vampire could swoop down from the churning night sky and sweep him up and away to an endless life of lusty cold.
A werewolf could pounce out from a shadowy back yard and pin him to the sidewalk, its feral, yellow fangs gnashing inches from his face.
Maybe a ghost would appear out of the mist, an apparition from beyond the grave.
September was drawing to a close, and in its wake was October, the greatest of all months - the special time of year where anything truly was possible, as long as you knew which dark corners to examine.
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