The cars parked on my street are covered with wet leaves. Yellows and oranges and reds. A variety of decals, placed randomly on windows and hoods. As the afternoon melts into evening, the streetlights send down little pools of yellow onto the sidewalk and kids on bikes whiz in and out of traffic.

Autumn melts quickly into winter here. One day it is breezy and filled with color, then it fades into dark brown piles of wet leaves and black puddles. In a few days sleet will turn into snow and then black ice will attach itself to the sidewalk for what will seem like months. In my place Halloween means winter. There is no pause before the wind rushes off the lakes.

Canada is more than eager to share at this time of year.