December 9, 2006
two excerpts about October:
“And if it’s around October twentieth and everything smoky-smelling and the sky orange and ash gray at twilight, it seems Halloween will never come in a fall of broomsticks and a soft flap of bedsheets around corners.”
– Something Wicked This Way Comes – Ray Bradbury
“October was in the chair, so it was chilly that evening, and the leaves were red and orange and tumbled from the trees that circled the grove. The twelve of them sat around a campfire roasting huge sausages on sticks, which spat and crackled as the fat dripped onto the burning applewood, and drinking fresh apple cider, tangy and tart in their mouths.”
– October in the Chair – Neil Gaiman doing his very best Ray Bradbury impersonation.
Both of the above are from two books I read this last week. Such lovely descriptions of October and they contain, for the most part, my overwhelming thoughts and impressions of October when I was little.