Itwas a perfect golden hour! Pumpkin pictures made by my bbf^^.
And the Halloween story 🎃:
"The Hunter turned and walked into the nearest cafe, past a poster that invitingly showed off a large mug of latte. The Gatekeeper followed him, eyes lingering on the inscription that advertised the seasonal coffe infused with spices.
“Spiced latte.” The waiter blinked as they ordered their drinks in unison.
When the mugs arrived, they were taken up as if by drowning people grasping onto a fragment of a ship. The warmth immediately spread from the tips of their fingers to the very depths of the gaping emptiness inside.
Although not the same age, the two had the feeling of twins. They copied each other’s movements, like reflections in a mirror, and the other cafe patrons shook their heads in surprise when they noticed this strange pair.
“The spirits came early this year.” The Gatekeeper sighed thoughtfully.
“Early or not, how can you tell nowadays, it’s difficult to understand anything with all these shifts in the ecosystems.” The teenager replied coolly. “They call it “climate change”, but more imaginative ancient souls defined it with the capacious title “Ragnarok”.”
“Shi-i! Knock on wood, Hunter! Don’t speak such heresy at night.” The Gatekeeper shook his long golden mane of hair. “It’s still too early. Let them live, dream. They will eventually create a new world, and we can find a passage through.”
“Will they have time, though?” The Hunter muttered as he threw his legs over a nearby chair. A passing waiter gave the boy a look of displeasure when mud began to drip from his sneakers, but in the end the waiter didn’t comment on it, deciding not to get involved with this teenager who looked like an obvious bully.
“Let’s wait and see.” The Gatekeeper said philosophically, lifting his cup. “If nothing else you must admit, they make good coffee.” He rolled the spicy drink on his tongue with pleasure, noting cinnamon, cardamon, and nutmeg in the aftertaste.
“I survive purely on this coffee.” He continued as if confessing. “And also on carrot pies. Nothing warms you up in the autumn better than homemade cakes.
The huntsman-boy nodded silently, then conspiratorially leaned over the table.
“Tomorrow.”
“You’re not serious?!” The Gatekeeper’s fair eyebrows arched.
“Tomorrow, Gatekeeper. It happens tomorrow.”
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