Its the night when the vail between this world and the next touch, it is a time for reflection and feasting. Pan is let loose and dances among the trees the rich coloured leaves fall as if joining him in the dance. whilst others take on the guise of animals and spirits of the night there candels guiding the souls of the dead. Autumn chill tells of winters cold yet to come and magic is at its strongest. So light the fire that burns away the worrys of the past year, and imbrace the world a new as the year turns once more