When I was 5 years old, I was a wizard for Halloween. My babysitter, Megalie, made my costume: a pointy hat adorned with starts and planets and a lushly purple robe with wide sagging sleeves. I loved it. And ever since that night 40 years ago, Halloween has been my favorite holiday.
My soul is expanded when I walk through my neighborhood at night, seeing people out and about in costumes with flashlights and glowsticks, trick-or-treating. My spirit is tingled by all the scary lawn decorations. I love the elaborate haunted houses, the "fun size" snickers bars, the pungent aroma of pumpkin innards, the laughter of Vincent Price, the spooky stories, the witches, the dead leaves, the Fall.
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