We weren't in the direct path of Hurricane Sandy. But we got wrapped up in its outer bands. Outer bands of wind and rain and rain and wind. With no hope of sunshine until November. But there was one tiny glimmer of hope in the dense rain-soaked, wind-blown fog. Flickering in the distance. The rain and wind were expected to subside. By evening.
So I waited. And revised plans for outdoor props. And waited some more. And as if on cue, the wind and rain stopped just as the first trick-or-treaters appeared through the mist. It stopped for almost two hours. Long enough. And then it poured.
So there were some last-minute changes. And there weren't as many outdoor props as I had intended. But it was a successful night. And it was a fun night. And by the end, it was a wet night. But no one seemed to mind. Inclement weather on Halloween night just seems to add to the atmosphere.
When you're standing on a covered veranda.
Only 364 days until next Halloween.