Fall is one of my favorite times of year. Unlike the other seasons, it feels like an unhurried transformation, as we move through the hanging days of summer, slowly feeling the air grow chillier.
The leaves go from verdant great to a collection of reds, oranges, and yellows to rival springtime, before fully withering and falling.
It is a liminal space, sitting between summer and winter. In the midst of it, too, lay Halloween, itself a perfect example of this transformation.
Oh, sure, we can take Halloween at face value. It's the last day of October, where us adults may partake in drunken, costumed revelry at house parties or neighborhood gatherings, while children participate in the long-held tradition of going door-to-door for any manner