There is something about Halloween in Salt Lake City that makes some thing in my soul real sad.
I moved into the house in October. When my mom and I walked in, it was freezing cold because no one had been here for a few weeks. It was so huge and empty compared to the little apartment I'd been living in.
I carved two pumpkins that Halloween. By myself. My older bother was in town and invited me to this party. Driving home, I just keep thinking: this is the city where you live. I was swooning because October here is mysterious and very magical. There are plenty of black tree trunks and streets where leaves can litter/glitter. Gosh. I was so in love with it. The kind where you are very aware you can't keep it forever.