A few years ago, it poured so completely on Halloween night that only Sam went trick or treating. Then for the past few years, Covid has prevented regular crowds of trick or treaters.
But last night, the sidewalks in town were full of kids in costumes
At every stop, people were exclaiming about how nice it was to see so many neighbours out and about, how it felt like a return to normal, how happy they were to see kids playing and having fun. Costume compliments flew thick and fast.
Vava was knocking at one door, when I overheard a conversation at the house next door.
A man popped out of the door to speak with a woman sitting on the porch.
"Was that two more?" he asked.
"Three," she said.
"Yesssss," he replied, pumping his fist enthusiastically.
And I was just flooded with a wave of glory. Look at this night. People sitting by their doors to give to others. Friends, strangers - no matter who. Nobody asked if you support Trudeau before deciding whether or not to put candy in your sack. Nobody asked your opinion about vaccines or immigration. Differences, sides, opinions that sharply divide us - none of it mattered. Trick or treating is just neighbourliness and generosity and joy.
And this man was gleeful about giving out more.
Sometimes all I can see is the heartwrenching brokenness of our world. But in the jack-o-lantern light last night, I saw so much beauty.
Happy Halloween, friends.
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