In half an hour or so I'll head out. For Samhain. To meet the ancestors.
Laugh if you want, nod if you understand, shrug if you don't care.
Last year's memory of leaving the house still makes me laugh. As I went out (dressed for the occasion) a few trick or treaters (it's taking some foothold over here as well), also dressed for the occasion, were walking up to the door and then I heard one of them say: "Damn, watch out, that's a real one!"
I'll be 'a real one' again tonight.
Blessed Samhain and blessed be.