"The only three people in a sleeping world, a rare trio of tomcats, they basked in the moon.
'What happened?' asked Jim, at last.
'What didn't!' cried Dad.
And they laughed again, when suddenly Will grabbed Jim, held him tight, and wept.
'Hey,' Jim said, over and over, quietly. 'Hey...hey...'
'Oh Jim, Jim,' Will said. 'We'll be pals forever.'
'Sure, hey sure.' Jim was very quiet now.
'It's all right,' said Dad. 'Have a small cry. We're out of the woods. Then we'll laugh some more, going home.'"
I got my annual re-read of Ray Bradbury's Something Wicked This Way Comes in just under the wire this year. It was particularly nice to read it after learning more about Ray Bradbury, and it was spectacular reading it with my own new young boy sleeping in my lap. I hope he grows up to have both a little Will Halloway and Jim Nightshade in him.
So: there's my autumn wish for you. I hope you can get out of whatever woods you're facing this week, and that then you can have a small cry but still end up laughing on your way home.