Morbid-ocity

I had the perfect Halloween feeling today.

It came lurking upon my conscious in a black ragged cape, all sickled clawed and hungering after my soul. I could feel chilled breath on my neck, a tightening of muscles and tendons. I could feel my mortality shrinking, my insignificance expanding and the shortness of all that is on this world.

T'was not a premonition, or a look into the crystal ball of the future, but a reminder, an icy hand on my shoulder to remind me of what will, eventually, happen.

An experience to cultivate wiseness, to expand my experience, and to treasure what I have, had, and may have.

Death, I have been reminded.