“So, Halloween’s over.”
“Yeah.”
“Still have the candy, but the spirit’s gone, if you know what I mean.”
“I do.”
“Clocks went back an hour immediately afterward, so now midnight falls seven hours early.”
“I feel it.”
“It’s autumn now, but it’s freezing in the morning, beach weather or torrential downpours in the afternoon, and balmy at night, so we’re actually in all four seasons at once.”
“Mm – don’t know what to wear each day, so I dress for all weather.”
“Everything is now screaming ‘Christmas!’ and ‘Winter!’ and ‘Hanukkah!’ and ‘Snow!’ and ‘New Year!’, with a whisper of ‘Thanksgiving’ thrown in there as an after-thought, but I still haven’t taken down my Halloween decorations yet.”
“Right there with you.”
“So now it feels like the middle of something, but really the year is already almost over, and it makes me wonder – what’s the point?”
“Of… what, life?”
“Well I always wonder about that. No, I mean, what’s the point of going through the same decorating and activities and shopping and gift-giving and party-throwing and fun-attempting year after year after year after year after centuries?”
“What’s the point?”
“Yes!”
“Pass the time, I suppose.”
“Oh. Guess that’s as good a reason as any.”