The wind outside nested in each tree, prowled the sidewalks in invisible treads like unseen cats.Tom Skelton shivered. Anyone could see that the wind was a special wind this night, and the darkness took on a special feel because it was All Hallows' Eve. Everything seemed cut from soft black velvet or gold or orange velvet. Smoke panted up out of a thousand chimneys like the plumes of funeral parades. From kitchen windows drifted two pumpkin smells: gourds being cut, pies being baked.
The scene depicts a mysterious and atmospheric Halloween night, with the wind behaving as if it has a life of its own, weaving through the trees and streets in an eerie manner. Tom Skelton feels a chill, sensing that this particular wind carries a unique essence associated with All Hallows' Eve. The darkness of the night is enhanced by the rich colors of black, gold, and orange, creating an enchanting yet...