On the road, there was a squirrel whose crossing ended midstream with a shattered acorn beyond its frozen grasp. Consumed with preparations for the future, the present blindsided it with swift, silent speed.
Halloween is a reminder of the grim worm-eaten world beneath our feet, rising up to cast its shadow in the overheard illumination we've constructed to ward off such creatures of the dark.
Winter's coming. Gather the game and the wood and the spirits and the furs and do your best to hide from those things that go bump in the night.
(Insert Vincent Price laugh here.)