A Dark and Scary Night

    It’s a dark night, that intense darkness that you might imagine around the turn of the century when only gas lanterns lit the streets. There is heaviness in the night air. The wind blows the leaves into swirling whirlpool along the river walk. Rain soaked streets, shine ominously from the reflection of the gas lanterns. Though it’s not possible, the wind, rain and cold make it seem darker than a starless desert night.

     With great anticipation I step across the threshold dressed in my finest Halloween costume. And I might add, the scariest one I’ve ever worn yet. I thought long and hard about whether I should don this deeply disturbing costume. Just wearing it paints a cloud of darkness over my usually cheerful spirit.

     It took many hours for me to decide which of the two costumes to wear. Each costume was equally as hideous as the other, but both with a cadre of admirers and haters. It was much too hard to decide so I cut them in half. I’m wearing Hilary on the left and Donald on the right.

     If that doesn’t scare the hell out of you, I don’t know what will.