Diary 227
Diary 227
Saturday, October 31st
Halloween, a full moon, a blue moon, a sharp frost and snow still on the ground. Samhain, if you prefer the Gaelic name.
I’d wondered if this Halloween would be a bit tame, Covid-cramped and joyless, this year. Candy in bowls on a deserted porch, that kind of thing. Instead of that we had more kids come to the door than ever, and gaggles of adults, dressed in great and imaginative and sometimes downright silly costumes, marshaled them round the streets in a joyous and vaguely socially-distanced way. I shared this impression with friends and they all agreed: this year was something special.
It was as if everyone was saying that these joyless last four years, with a mirthless past nine months under a ‘president’ who would willingly have us all die to suit his agenda, would NOT get us down. It was life, and decency and energy reasserting themselves.
We’re here. No one can keep us down.
