Ten Thousand Pumpkins

“First of all, it was October.
A rare month for boys.
Full of long nights, cold winds,
Dark promises.
The days grow short.
The shadows lengthen.
And the wind blows in such a way
That it makes you want to run forever.
Because up ahead
Ten thousand pumpkins lie waiting to be cut.”


Ray Bradbury - Something Wicked This Way Comes