Greetings Everyone!This is the second week of the month of October!
H. P. Lovecraft, as much a patron-saint of autumn as Ray Bradbury, writes in his poem “October”:
Mellow-fac’d, with eyes of faery, wistful clad in tinted leaves,
See the brown October tarry by the golden rows of sheaves;
Oak and acorn in his garland, fruit and wineskin in his hands,
Mystic pilgrim from a far land down the road to farther lands.
The “farther lands” referred to in the last line are what Halloween is all about- half-seen sights from the outer distance & half-heard sounds from the outer spheres.