Whether you celebrate Halloween (All Hallows Eve, Samhain, All Souls Day, the Festival of the Dead or Dia de Los Muertos) or not, you have to admit the Season of the Witch brings with it an intangible quality.
“And when I looked in my window
So many different people to be
It's strange… sure is strange”
The trees begin to fall, the air becomes colder, the brightness of summer gives way to earthier tones, and best of all, imaginations are allowed that usually are dormant - run wild for one night.
To paraphrase Donovan: When I look out my window ...