By Robert Burns
Upon that night, when fairies light
On Cassilis Downans dance,
Or over the lays, in splendid blaze,
On sprightly horses prance;
Or for Colean the route is taken,
Beneath the moon’s pale beams;
There, up the cove, to stray and rove,
Among the rocks and streams
To sport that night.
Among the bonny winding banks,
Where the river Doon runs clear,
Where Bruce once ruled the martial ranks,
And shook his Carrick spear,
Some merry, friendly, country-folks,
Together did convene,
To burn their nuts, and pile their shocks of wheat,
And have their Halloween
Full of fun that night.
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I spent Thursday morning doing thrilling things like dyeing my hair and meeting with my cat-sitter, who is very fun. Then I ate lunch, read some more Ammonite, and talked to my college roommate. When Paul got home, we took a walk and enjoyed the lovely evening weather.
Tonight we've mostly had on the Patriots-Bears game with Ditka "Da Bears" tribute, but I really wasn't paying attention except to the awesome new Rings of Power trailer because I had Thursday night chat. Pumpkin-shaped animal sculptures at the Stone Zoo's Jack-O'-Lantern Nights:
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