my window and leaves swirl past as if they need to be somewhere in
a hurry. I almost feel like I should be preparing to brave the elements
whilst getting ready for school, so evocative is it of days of long ago
when such weather was something to be enjoyed (if you were ten
years old) rather than cower from like a big feartie.
and Hallowe'en, and find myself wondering why, when I was younger,
All Hallow's Eve and Guy Fawkes' Night seemed separated by a period
of several weeks instead of the actual five days that exist between them.
I can remember, in school, as the night of October 31st approached, the
than they actually were.
fell on a Monday, mask-making day would have been on Friday the
28th. That means Guy Fawkes Night would have been on the following
Saturday, and mask-making day would have occurred on Friday the 4th -
a whole week later with a Saturday and Sunday in between. Well, week-
ends obviously seemed far longer to us as kids back then than they do
now, but not all mask-making afternoons were partitioned by a full
weekend, so the seemingly elongated interval between the two
events is not fully accounted for by such an explanation.
phenomenon which makes all our yesterdays, in retrospect, seem
better, brighter and longer than they really were. Don't we all feel that
the summers of our childhoods were gloriously sunny for months on
end, and that every Christmas morn we woke to find a deep carpet
of snow spread before us outside our bedroom windows?
seemed to be, as opposed to how they actually were. ("I think,
therefore it was" - as someone surely must have said.)