For me, Halloween isn't so much about masks and costumes as it is about being able to be anyone. For one night, you can ignore the rules, try your best, and let your imagination guide you.

I walk down a narrow street where the trees whisper something of their own, and I think about the people we hide behind masks every day.

What mask are you wearing today?

Are you stern and serious, like a business suit?

Or maybe underneath it hides a child who still loves to jump in puddles?

I like to imagine that even the most serious hearts allow themselves a little mischief on this evening. And that's so appealing.

I love how Halloween makes us look back: at the past with a smile, at the future with a slight shudder.

We light little lights to remind ourselves that the darkness is not an enemy, but a backdrop for stories.
Stories of how we laughed until we cried for the first time, of how we lost something important and found something new.

Sometimes I feel like every pumpkin is a little window into someone else's story.
Look inside: it could contain your fear, your hope, your funniest secret.

You know, I love people-watching on this evening.

Some people come with friends, some are shy about having their photo taken, and some—like me—walk alone, feeling both free and surprised.

I love being both an observer and a participant: listening to conversations, eavesdropping on tunes, catching glances.

And every time someone gives me a half-turned smile, I wonder what we'd do if we knew no one would see us?
What words would we say?
What kisses would we give?

If you're feeling cold right now, imagine me serving you a cup of hot cocoa sprinkled with cinnamon. We're sitting on the porch, listening to someone playing guitar in the distance under the moonlight, and talking about little things that actually mean a lot.

I want you to feel that even in a holiday full of jokes and props, there's sincerity.

After all, the worst thing is to live life half-heartedly.

And Halloween is a good reminder: take off your mask, at least for one night.
Give yourself a chance to be real.

It's funny, but I love this little hint of danger in the air, it makes the blood run faster, the heart beat louder and the words flow more boldly.😉😉