I actually forgot about this, till I saw that Brett Cox had linked to it on his blog - thanks, Brett! - a 2003 Halloween essay I wrote for the Washington Post OpEd Page. Maith Samhain, everyone!
For The Love Of the Dark
A few years ago, I was walking home to where I used to live on Capitol Hill. It was late
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Off nowe to carve the last pumkin -- have a great time tonight!
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...that country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain.
By the way, I know I owe you an email, and I'll get to it this weekend hopefully. Have a great Hallows!
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Yes, drop a line -- and hey, happy belated anniversary! You know, I STILL have your wedding present!
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