My Favorite Holiday
My favorite holiday is Halloween.
It is that time of year when the heat of summer has turned into the cool of fall. Except here in the south, you have a mixture of warmth and humidity with that coolness.
I love how the damp leaves lie on the ground in various colors — orange, yellow, brown, and sometimes red. There is just a certain feeling in the air. It feels like the atmosphere is giving me a hug. Like it is saying, “You have made it this far. It’s not too much further.”
The sun sets earlier, and the sunsets are prettier. The moon shines brighter, or so it feels.
I am drawn to the death theme — more now, since my son passed. Halloween is the one holiday that gives me permission to acknowledge and embrace darkness. I love the ghouls, the skeletons, the witches, the bats, the black cats. I like the fake spiders but not the real ones — though I do admire their webs. I love darkness. Without it, I would have never seen light.
I can breathe better around Halloween. When I think of it, it feels warm. Like a bonfire — warm because of the cool around it, bright because of the dark.
I think the main reason it’s my favorite holiday is because of when it falls. By the time Thanksgiving arrives, that warmth is gone.
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