“It was the worst of times; it was the best of times.” – Charles Dickens
It is the worst of times because winter is coming, and it is the best of times as underneath decaying dreams and leaves, spring and joyous days await.
Waiting for spring has glorious snow perfume dissipating into windy mists and cosy thoughts behind blurred windows.
Nevertheless, for Halloween, I light a green candle, preferably in a pumpkin, and I light many, many candles for my departed loved ones and loving people to find traces of my love. Undying…
This is an old text of mine first published on iuliahalatz.blogspot.ro.
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