I know it’s not Halloween yet, but… I was coming home tonight and the just-past-full moon was hanging just over the horizon in the night sky, a deep orange color with wispy clouds across it, oversize like a ball of glowing fiery moonlight. This is why I love this time of year… even though it was dark I could see the glow of the reddish leaves in the headlights. Fall in the northwest is a crispy, blustery, unpredictable time of year. I remember Halloween nights as a kid, with a splattering of rain, dry leaves blowing in spiraling gusts, bare branches reaching up to the moon. As a teen-ager I remember being out on nights like this, feeling a strange excitement, as if anything could happen. The amber-colored, impossibly large moon promises strangeness, if only I have time to stop and look.