First Frost Josh

Bite-Size is a new feature I'm adding to the blog. Bite-Size posts will be shorter and more informal than regular posts. They'll allow me to talk more about my interests and random things that pass through my head without having to stretch it into a 1000+ word bloviation. Enjoy! § As the first full week of November wraps up, reality is slowly sinking in. In Canada, daylight savings time has turned the clocks back an hour and night descends like a premature Grim Reaper. Carol of the Bells and Canon in D are slowly replacing the soundtracks of Halloween (1978) and Tonight She Comes , and the weather is on the precipice of taking that next big plunge towards freezing.

Alas, Halloween has ended. It is time to compost our pumpkins, pack away our spooky decorations, and shelve our desire. Halloween is fleeting—it feels like October just began yesterday. Which makes sense. Autumn is a transitional holiday, a passage to heights we never thought we could reach. This transitional nature is nothing new, embedded in the history of the holiday itself. A history that reaches back to before even the Middle Ages.