The driver had clearly lost control and was headed straight for the sidewalk-and me. I looked over my shoulder as a green car flew around the corner. I was jolted out of my reverie by the sound of squealing brakes.
I loved everything about Halloween, and I couldn't wait for the weather to change into true fall. Mom always told a different story of the Underworld: some years, it was the tale of Orpheus, while other years, she spoke of Inanna. Later, after the trick-or-treaters went home, the three of us would light a fire in the fire pit and talk quietly. We decorated the house like crazy every year, and I was hoping to help my dad this year by hiding under the candy table and making ghostly noises. To Witches, it's the crux of the year, and my parents always did a great job of blending magical traditions with the things Nons expected to see. I loved it, but not as much as Samhain, which most Nons, and even many Witches, now know as Halloween. I'd grown up weaving grass crowns for each of us, and the annual ritual was always punctuated with rich apple cider and donuts. My parents always made a big deal about celebrating Mabon, the fall equinox, since it's directly connected to Mom's patron. Drinking in the blue sky overhead, I tipped my head back with a smile.įall is my favorite season not only for the perfect weather, but because my two favorite festivals are in autumn. Soon the days would all be like this: chilly and beautiful. It had been a steamy eighty degrees the day before, but the air had turned crisp overnight, and I was grateful to have the warmth of the ratty wool scarf my dad had brought home from a trip to Scotland.
The weather in North Carolina is bright and sunny most of the year, but this was one of those strange days that cropped up in late summer. For some reason I felt a little uneasy leaving the house, but I scribbled a note to my parents and grabbed my scarf from beside the door. The kitchen seemed oddly empty, and after rummaging around in the fridge for a few minutes, I decided to hit the bakery around the corner from Trinity.
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