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It was a small town by a small
river and a small lake.
In a small northern part
of a Midwest state.
There wasn't so much
wilderness around
that you couldn't
see the town.
On the other hand, there wasn't
so much town around
that you couldn't see and feel
and touch the wilderness.
And the town was full
of fences to walk on
and sidewalks to skate on.
And the muted cries
and laughter of boys and girls.
Full of costumes, dreams
and pumpkin spirits
preparing for the greatest
night of the year.
Better than Easter,
better than Christmas.
Halloween!

--Ray Bradbury, The Halloween Tree (1993) 

For my inaugural blog post I'm kicking things off with a quote from one of my all-time favorite authors, I think it’s a fitting beginning for this journey into this blog, a year round love letter to the best season and the greatest holiday. First and foremost, let me introduce myself: GrimJack, or Grim, or Jack, it doesn’t matter really—what matters is that I'm a Halloween geek (not of the film franchise, though it certainly has its merits), no, I'm referring to the high holiday, Samhain, a time when spooks and spirits roam freely, and we revel in the macabre and mysterious.

I am all about Halloween – because those who know, know that it’s not just a day it’s a lifestyle.

I also love the autumn season itself, from the crisp air to the scent of pumpkin spice, there's something truly magical about fall, nestled between the free roaming play of summer days and the cloistered wintery cold nights before Christmas, autumn is a demimonde, a liminal space, a time-out-of-time, filled with nostalgia and transformation, it’s a time when the holes in our world widen just a bit, a time for fun but also caution, lest one should trip and fall into that undiscovered country prematurely.

Here, there is wonder and awe—cozy campfires, afternoon strolls through golden trees, sipping tea with a good book at hand while listening to the patter of rain on your window pane, yes, here is awe but here too that cozy fire light grows just a little dimmer, here the shadows grow longer and the smell of cinnamon and spiced cider mingles with something more...the rot of dead leaves, the petrichor aroma of sidewalks that forewarns “summer is over, dark times lie ahead” and though pleasant, the days are shortening and darkness is at hand.

Welcome to Harvest Skies, where every day is Halloween.