It was Halloween, Samahin, Just before midnight. All saints day would begin any moment. It was the one night of the year that she always Felt the change from one day to the next. She was out for her walk watching the hazy crescent moon as it wove over and through the trees. Her four footed ghosts flitted from tree to bush to car and scampered across the road. First in front of her then behind. Simultaneously leading and following. One white one black, both sweet and protective; genital and fierce. When they suddenly stopped so did she, listening. Only to continue one her way. Sometimes she wished for more companionship but it always seemed to come when she wanted it the least.