OCTOBER
It is a season for both Harvests and Witches. It is a special month where they line between the living and the dead grows thin, a month of passages.
Boys pass into adulthood as they conquer their fears; crops pass into waste as the frost settles in; even the trees pass from their full regalia to a blanket of discarded dreams around their sad, skeletal frames.
It is a time for celebration and joy following the success of a bust harvest. It is a time for sadness and regret as the days grow shorter and winter announces it arrival. It is a time for fear and anticipation as the mysteries and fear of the unknown grow ever more prominent and things truly do go bump in the night.
October is the month where everything changes. Days fade to night, warm becomes cold, and all that is becomes what was. It is a month that is defined by transition.
Death permeates the month. Crispy leaves skid along empty streets, farmers fields are stripped barren.
It is a sad and lonely month, but one filled with promise and hope. It is the most magical of night's, and it has arrived.
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