A little girl in a velvet dress and a pointy hat holds her mother’s hand. A yellow-eyed black cat watches them from an open window, where the melody of a Baroque piece, 'The Second Witches Dance,' drifts out. Outside every door, a masquerade ball.
Red leaves gather on the sidewalk. A neighbour comes out of the local corner shop made up as a zombie. Or is she just tired?
The magic hour approaches, the sun crosses the horizon. What came before is stirred into the cauldron, brewed into a new, potent possibility. Tonight, the Witches’ Road unfolds with no end.
A beautiful flash of London's autumn and the celebration of witches. Hugs.