It’s nearing midnight. I just went to a grocery store because I needed staples: milk, cereal, sale-priced Halloween candy.

Our October time is drawing to a close. There’s still baseball. There are still leaves on the trees. It feels unfinished but, no, I’m not stretching this out the next three weeks to the next new moon.

We move into the dark month of November in a few minutes. We should take this time to remember our ancestors and our dearly departed. We should continue the good works they left behind.

We will continue in these dark times to gather our loved ones close. There is strength in our number.