It’s November, but we decide when Halloween ends. There weren’t a lot of faces but there’s too many to learn. I don’t know you without a mask, how will I know you with one? Nice to meet you. It’s okay, I won’t remember you either. Jell-O shot?
Maybe Halloween ends with the high decibel thunder you hear through the open front door, letting you know it’s time to go home. Probably should have left sooner. At the 11:30pm warning for heavy storms, at the midnight warning too. It’s 1am though, the rain is sideways, and every fast food line is queued with cars around the building. Real fall came in real soggy.