It’s always cold here on Halloween.
But this was the first year it snowed. Just light snowflakes that didn’t stick to much, but snow nonetheless. I looked up into the streetlights and watched them fall as the kids ran from house to house, shivering in the snow, collecting candy.
This is embarrassing to admit, but when I was nineteen, I went trick-or-treating in West Omaha to get some candy for my dorm room. I know, I know. I was one of those kids. But I remember I was wearing flip-flops because I hadn’t accustomed myself to the weather here, how it gets cold quickly. One day you’re wearing flip-flops and the next you’re freezing your toes off.
Brandon was a trooper, he could’ve trick-or-treated all night. But Holden my homebody said, “let’s all go home.” So we did. And we ate a lot of candy. And watched Charlie Brown. Brandon manned the door and handed out candy to kids much older than him and Steve and I marveled at how big he’s become, how grown up sometimes.
But happily, only sometimes.