From what I can recall, it rained that day. A quiet frolic of droplets that dawned upon the land below it, soaking the rough cloth that shielded my very being from view.
Despite the pale, roaring sky looming above, there were still bursts of colors encompassing the seemingly lifeless architecture around the street.
Adults and adolescents alike, roaming from house to house without a care in the world. Kids no older than me gleefully hopping to each and every door, dawning the skin of their favorite pop culture icons, their jubilance persisting in spite of the cold, chilly day that surrounded them.
That's what I found myself wedged in between as my legs dragged across the concrete path ahead, following the festivities. My arms feeling loose, yet unmoving. The hole inside of my stomach growing larger as the feeling of eyes began to sharpen their gaze at me among the crowds of bright colors flying past me, leaving me to slump across the empty avenue ahead.
There was no crease or costume to be seen upon my being, just the garments of everyday life, rainfall permeating through the rugged cloth that grazed my skin, through the worn and decrepit footwear that kept me going, ready to be put out of their misery. The socks they hold dampened with the sweat that came from above, creating a soggy, rotting smell that emanated from my feet as I limped my aching heart back home, my body being taken over by the very thing that keeps life moving on.
As I eventually made it back to my front door, I couldn't help but look back at that road I had just journeyed on. Being a witness to all the costumes, festivities, laughter, and everything in between. Despite the stiff chill of Autumn, despite the thundering, colorless sky that fell upon them, they could still smile. They could still happily hop from door to door, completely oblivious and indifferent towards the road ahead of them, soaked in all sorts of colors and shapes.
For a moment, I could recall that feeling I once shared with the masses. That feeling of freedom, of endless exploration I once had as a child, journeying across an ever expanding sea of possibilities. All that was left though, stood right in front of me. Soaked in a layer of sweat, desperately keeping itself together as it fended off the cold; albeit slowly rotting away. The place I call home to, beckoning me to come inside, to escape from the crisp wind that shakes my very core.
Just like that, Halloween had ended just as quickly as it started, leaving my body drenched, my heart frosty. Feeling the warmth of home again was a familiar feeling for me, in spite of what I'd just left behind.
Well, there's always next year, right?
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