starter for @heavenfelled
Autumn. For John, it was the worst time of year. Not for the dreary weather, the darkening of the sky or the chill in the air that accompanied the turning of the leaves. No, in fact, that was what brought him comfort in these times. Instead, it was the memories of times he would rather forget. That, and because if anything else was going to happen, to seek him out and hunt him down, it would be now.
He walked through one of the quieter streets in town, seeking more pleasant thoughts. The harvest festival would be soon, he was at least looking forward to that! Halloween... not so much. But the kids enjoyed it, at least.
One hand clutching a take-out coffee, a seasonally appropriate pumpkin spice he had been meaning to try for some time, he tucked his other hand into his heavy coat, which all but obscured his clerical dress underneath, leaving only the white collar as an indication of his role, something of an invitation for others to approach and address him.