Here where I live in Washington state it’s been unseasonably warm.
I have some FB friends that live in this area that love the Sun in all of it’s skin eating glory. They worship the Sun with the same devotion as the ancient Egyptians did for the God of the Sun, Ra.
Just as a side note, their God has done for them exactly what the hot sands of Egypt have done for their ancient counterparts and a few of them look like them now.
But I digress.
Right now most of them are feeling cheated by their God. We have two wildfires that are pumping smoke into the air and making those glory days feel and look dusty and smelly and the Sun hangs above it, mocking them all.
It shines above them offering it’s loving touch and in the end, cruelly denies them it’s kisses.
Safe to say, it doesn’t look like Summer, it doesn’t feel like Autumn and it certainly seems like Halloween is a no-show. But in one corner of Toilet Town ( as I call the city I live in with some affection-and I must stress some – as in very little- affection ) is big box store that has a managed sneak in Christmas.
But have they snuck in Christmas?
Christmas is hidden in it’s garden center, where it’s cool. There are Christmas songs floating like the first fluffy snow flakes of Winter through the sound system and Christmas trees are lit and and pack the walkways and decorations are waiting patiently on the metal racks to leap out and latch themselves onto you- because they are hungry and just a word of advice-
it’s almost Halloween and their is a story that says this is when the dead walk the Earth, some of those Spirits are good and somen are far from it
and at this time of the year they wear costumes- all kinds of costumes, or maybe I should say
disguises of all kinds.