The night is a dark and cold one. Fog hangs in the air, frost biting my toes. My focus becomes drawn to the puffs of clouds that fly from my mouth at every breath. Then it switches. A cat, leaping through the shadows; a house, monochrome; the shadows that converge and twist in the corners of my eye. Finally my gaze rests on a small pumpkin, smiling up at me. It's eyes hollow yet joyful, it's smile empty yet emminating warmth. I smile, i make my way up the stairs next to the little pumpkin. I knock on the door, after a small break the door opens to a cheerful woman.
"Trick or Treat!"
I call and she laughs. She shares a similar look to her pumpkin. Both small, but battling the darkness and winning, both with a smile that could melt any ice. She takes out a box and hands over a sweet.
"Stay safe!"
The door swings shut and i turn back down the stairs, leaving the happy little pumpkin behind.