The rain woke me. Then I noticed Kris wasn't next to me. He had pulled an all nighter for school again.
It was so dark when I woke up. The rain clouds blocked all light and I felt drowsy. I hopped into my pants, put on my halloween socks and shirt my mom got me. I checked the mirror, fluffed my unmanagable hair, and ran out the door with my bags and sweater in tote.
The water splashed and I could feel the rain through the socks I was wearing with my sandals. It's always during crazy holidays that the same dress rules just don't apply, so I took full advantage to show off my orange and black striped socks with cats not only in print, but also as bobbles that hung from the backs of my ankles.
The wind was blustering on the freeway. Rain slammed into my windshield with force. I drove cautiously around the semi's with their billowing trails of disorienting clouds of moisture and dead fall leaves. I kept my eyes ahead on the tail lights in front of me, and enjoyed the warm car seat, the warm air blowing on my feet, and the warm coffee in my stomach
Why did I feel so cozy and charmed by this otherwise dangerous and dark morning? Because. It is Halloween. It is fall. The autumn rain has come and the wonderful smells have spread through the air, though to the detriment of my allergies. I suffer through it anyway.
The sky was like the darkest night of the year, though I did have one frightening flash of lightning piqcue my spirits and the grays started to glow along the horizon of the stormy morning.
I dress up for her. My mom. I wouldn't care about an otherwise useless holiday, if it weren't her favorite. I have decorations and they are still in the box. As a student, I don't have time to decorate. She does though and she goes all out.
My orange shirt says "Too cute to spook" with a very Bewitched style black kitty riding a broom stick. Today, hopefully, will be all fun and games. A cozy blustering raining day to warm to heart of every genuine Oregonian. Perhaps the most frightening part of this Halloween- the election. More on that later.
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