This is the sort of night that transforms a warm and pretty autumn into a stark and barren fall. It rips leaves from trees and tidies up brittle, dead branches – a ravaging and potent one-two punch of water and wind, perfectly and naturally designed to bring down all loosely-hanging appendages of beauty. They’re done their summer duty; they know it’s time to release, let go, fall and flutter, and join the ground from whence they came.
Dreading what the world will look like tomorrow morning, I write to prolong tonight…
One more Halloween song then – a midnight danse macabre, electronic-style – to slide us through to the other world, right when the veil between us is at its thinnest and most penetrable. Enter here…
I’m shot through the heart with your hocus-pocus
You make it hot, make it hard to focus
I… I… I think I’m fallin’ in love
Oh baby, work with your wand, turn me into a Mozart
I wanna write you a magnum opus
I… I… I think I’m fallin’ in love
You make it hard to focus
You got that hocus-pocus
Escaping the trick-or-treaters and leaving Andy to fend for himself (he ended up sleeping through it) I sit in a nearby coffee-shop enjoying the cafe culture. Aside from this loose sketch of a blog post, I’m mostly just scrolling through the phone when I suddenly remember the need for a proper scent for an upcoming early screening of ‘Wicked: For Good‘ on November 17. One of the scents that Cynthia Erivo herself reportedly wore during the filming of the movies, ‘Witchy Woo’ sounded ideal on more than one level, so I ordered a bottle blindly. It won’t arrive until next week, so it misses Halloween completely, but should get here just in time for the return of our Wicked Witches.
And really, Witches are for every day of the year, especially in the midnight hour…
