Next week it begins. The wild ride on the runaway locomotive known as the holiday season.
After Halloween, there is a brief lull when we can breathe and just live. In these few weeks, I have enjoyed watching the leaves change color, fall off the trees, and blow around in the air like free spirits.
I have enjoyed the quietude of cooler temperatures and shorter days.
But come next Thursday, “let the wild rumpus begin!” — as Maurice Sendak writes.