That time of the year ...

Its that time of the year again. The chilly winds blowing in from the north have fanned the dying embers of a fading northern summer, errant sparks from which have ignited the forests and set the countryside ablaze in a riot of colors. Even though the wind brings tidings of a cold winter, we ignore it and inspired by the woods inflame our imagination ... as our spirits rise up in the warmth and bonhomie of the many festivals of the season.

Subho Bijoya to the ones who hail from the Gangetic delta, Happy Rosh Hoshana and Yom Kippur to those who have roots in the land of Israel. And as we speak, the holy days of Ramadan roll by. It is the season to count our blessings and be thankful as the love of dear ones continue to scaffold our lives, as we settle down for Thanksgiving dinner. It is a time to look anew in the mirror, address our indulgences and wonder at the pattern of light and shade that the canopy of our lives leave behind. It is indeed a time to renew the spirit and refresh old ties of family and friendship.

And for the witches, the wizards, the fairies and the goblins ... the game is afoot. Bring out your broomsticks, pull out your hats and wands and let the portions brew. Hark! a tune can be heard in the forest, weaving its way through the mist ...

Now Chil the Kite brings home the night
That Mang the Bat sets free--
The herds are shut in byre and hut
For loosed till dawn are we.
This is the hour of pride and power,
Talon and tush and claw.
Oh, hear the call!--Good hunting all
That keep the Jungle Law

Night-Song in the Jungle

by Rudyard Kipling

Don't forget to have a scary Halloween, and be a fright :B

(The image was taken from here)