Well the night is upon us. All Hallows Eve, the night when the walls between the worlds grows thin and spirits walk the earth. A night of copious candy consumption for some, for others imbibing quantities of other "spirits". Either way a night of fun and revelry for all. For me it is my 42nd Halloween, and something I hope I never will get tired of for as long as I live. It is also special in respects to my furness. It was the Halloween of 1985 when I first found it, it was also the night I took on the name of Werewulf, a name I still hold with pride. It was also the night I was brought into my pack... Though the years have passed and I rarely hear or meet any of my old pack mates they are still with me and I with them in heart, in mind, and in spirit. As I've gotten older Halloween's come to mean something more somber too. In the days of the Celts it was the changing of the year, Halloween being New Year's Eve. With the bonfires and the dancing and the hope of a new year being fruitful and productive. It has begun to become to me the changing of the year too, with the scent of wood smoke and the scent of leaves dancing and wafting on the breeze like the smoke from the pyre where all the pains, problems, troubles, sorrows, and disappointments of the passing year are burnt and the negativity is released with the hope for a new and better year to come. So with that I would like to wish all you that might read this a fun, festive, and reflective night and the hope for betters things to come tomorrow.