Winter: A time of year

She sat on the steps, enjoying the brisk autumn air. It was the day before Halloween and the smell of cinnamon hung in the air. She knew she’d have to go in soon, but for now life was perfect.

8/15/1774

Monday

Dear Diary,

Today was strange. I met a man riding a mule. He was a queer looking sorta man, all sticks and bones and hair. He even had an eye-patch!

Lily gazed out the window of carriage. She had rarely been outside the Manor, so everything seemed new, even the flowers on the side of the road. Earnest was very boring. He had barely talked to her the whole carriage ride.