|Skeleton horses with the spooky (red) Peyton Randolph House in the background|
“Anyone could see
that the wind was a special wind this night,
and the darkness took on a special feel
because it was All Hallows' Eve.
Everything seemed cut from soft black velvet
or gold or orange velvet.
Smoke panted up out of a thousand chimneys
like the plumes of funeral parades.
From kitchen windows drifted two pumpkin smells: gourds being cut, pies being baked.”
~ Ray Bradbury, The Halloween Tree
|Eeek! Don't look behind you!|
This isn’t the Halloween that I had planned in my mind; it isn’t even the October that I had planned. But, I am a follower of ol’ JC, that’s Joseph Campbell, and try to practice and give in to the following quote: “We must be willing to let go of the life we planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us.”
|Instragram myself into a ghost-like apparition|
I fell on the train; then, I got a terrible cold. I was pretty sure that my entire weekend/month was ruined but then I took care of myself *gasp*, actually allowed myself to slow down and rest, slept a great deal, and then started feeling better just in time to head to Colonial Williamsburg for a second anniversary/ Halloween weekend.
|New Colonial Skeleton friend|
Friday was a super hectic day at work and I had an early Amtrak ticket home so that my fella and I could drive approximately an hour to Colonial Williamsburg. We arrived just in time for dinner and then drinks with my fella’s friends who also happened to be in town. Saturday night was the Curse of the Sea Witch event that I will write about in more detail later. Sunday was a relaxing day with a touch of melancholy because the weekend was ending.
I had looked forward to this weekend for months. Once it arrived, I wanted it to last forever. In the end, I hung out with my best friend (that would be my fella) and had another great Colonial Williamsburg experience.
|Colonial Williamsburg Spirits|
Here’s toasting to another year of marriage and the happiest of Halloweens to you!