I love all the days of autumn, but especially Halloween. What’s not to love? There’s a great crisp in the air, a crunch of fallen leaves underfoot, and a sense of mystery weaving through the consciousness. There’s a mischief that seldom belongs to other holidays. We’re all parading around, literally pretending to be someone or something else. We’re telling each other stories.
And the stories we tell! Ghost stories, yarns of what could have been, of sudden disappearances, thick with smoky secrets. All whispered into the dusk. That’s my ideal October, filled with evenings of intrigue. My favorite writer, Ray Bradbury, says in his novel October Country that each October is “where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and mid-nights stay.” That is the idea behind this issue: lingering dusk.
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