Alone On A Broom
The sky surrounds me
Jupiter crowns me
The moon rides on my back
The wind sings to me,
The night rings through me
As I fly down the track
The trees zip past me
The stars all cast me
In silver shadows and light
I'll never do better,
Whatever the weather,
Than riding on Halloween night.
**Jane Yolen**
These days Halloween-Samhain makes me melancholy. I miss old friends that I have been unable to connect with. I miss the wild times of Halloween's past. I miss conversing and partying with like-minded people. I have not been able to make that connection here in Spokane. There have been some missed opportunities and I have only myself to kick for missing them. I don't know if it was from shyness or feeling intimidate by people with more advanced teachings. Plus I am not much of a "goer". I'm pretty much a homebody.
Tonight is Mexican steak night at the house. We have a Tommy Lee Jones movie to watch and plenty of books to read. My boss just lent me the Dean Koontz Frankenstein series. Which seems perfect for this time a year.