Quieter than forecast
Well, isn’t this special. Here we are, hours away from midnight, and the streets are already empty. The dog will be able to calm down now. She no longer has to play the role of the protective bitch from Hell.
The family is older. Only one took the time to dress up and wander from door to door, for a total of about ten minutes. He returned, bemused that someone had given him a tin of soda because he looked “older”. I guess we all pick our ways to show how mature we are at that age.
Our supply of treats seemed bound for early drought, with about sixty prepared packages and a couple of bowls of overflow, but the hordes never materialized. Small rushes and long pauses; now the remainder belongs to us… sweet deal.
Even the city buses failed to provide the usual fashion parade this year. On the university campus, nothing. Returning from the CEGEPs, nothing. Even at home, the traditional week of costume construction didn’t occur. “Autre temps, autre mores“, to turn a phrase. The season is over, and i didn’t even abuse a single pumpkin.
