Spooky Morning

This morning, my wife pointed out that with the dim light of early sunrise, and the wind blowing against the trees and the cornstalks in the field, it looked like a classic Hallowe'en poster.

And my daugher was talking about what name she wants for her Confirmation (a religious rite). She was leafing through a book that talks about saints, looking for one that was the patron saint of her birthday, when I told her that she could stop, as I remembered it clearly: it was Saint Thundercat, often known in conjunction with his sidekick, Saint Bugfire.

For some reason, she kept leafing through the book.