The night sky shimmers with a spill of dust that trails across the whole sky. The BBQ glows on the patio cupping a smoldering heap of Halloween colors. The potatoes whistle in the oven (Yes, they do! Some unimaginative people might say they sizzle but, to my ear, it is a contented, albeit, tuneless whistle). My oldest son created a salad as rich with colors as it is with nutrition and the smell of my husband’s special seasoning permeates the house. Dinner’s almost ready. Wish you were here to gather round the table with us.