the fog appears just before halloween

“Sometimes in life, from out of a myriad of prosaic decisions like what to eat and where to sleep and how to dress, a true crossroads is revealed. In these moments, when the fog of relative irrelevancy lifts and fate rolls out a demand for free will, there is only left or right – no option of four-by-fouring into the underbrush between two paths, no negotiating with the choice that has been presented. You must answer the call and pick your way. And there is no reverse.”
― J.R. Ward

I arrived early for a meeting on a foggy morning.

I'd grabbed my camera on the way out, after seeing the fog.

Driving the girls to school, we were so excited about the fog! It was magical!

Spooky forests.

The historic streets.

Spooky wonderland.

Temporary halloween stores pop up everywhere.

I love Halloween.

A week to go!

Grocery aisles of Halloween-themed hazarai.

Shelves overflowing with bags of "bite-sized" wrapped candies, plastic spiders, stretchy webs, dry ice machines.

The girls' month long contemplation of potential costumes.

Costumes donned hours before we're to go, make-up, sparkles, spray-on hair color.

We make the rounds at dusk; by dark, the little one slows down, plastic pumpkin heavy with sugary treats.

Soon it's time for bed and the exhaustion sets in to balance out the sugar.

What's not to love?