My favorite part of Halloween is not the candy, though I will indulge if given chance. Nor is it costumes, though I have spent quite some time putting them together over the years. Nor is it movies, or haunted houses, or tales told in the dark. No, I think my favorite part of Halloween is the smell.
Now Summer has her smell, and Winter has his. But Fall is different than any other. Fall is deep, and rich in scent, with just enough warmth left to bring it all out, and just enough chill to spice it. It smells of piles of dead leaves and cold breezes, and the heater turning on. Of old coats and cold rain and school.
Halloween has that smell and more. It has the smell of black tape and sugar and footsteps on the ground. Only a few more flavors, but it is only a few that are needed to achieve succulence. It is a smell that I look forward to all year, and miss right after it’s gone. For alas this smell is not one that lingers, not like Summer’s heat and Winter’s chill. This smell lasts a week, maybe two, as long as the jack-o-lanterns are still out, at least. Then it’s gone, wasted over by old man Winter’s frozen embrace.
What would I give for that all year round.
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