The gourds have been eviscerated.
Children are duly excited for loads of sugar.
Daddy has a beard.
Mommy is ready for a glass of wine.

Next comes costumes and tricks and treats.

Emma pointed up into the darkened sky this evening and whispered,

Those are ‘tars.
I want to touch them and say ‘Hello’.

There are few things as cute, humbling, and inspiring as that.

There.

It happened.

Happy now?