Dear Diary and Lost Souls,
Under the moon's gentle glow, Morticia and I shared a midnight picnic in the courtyard. Her attire exuded elegance, like the moonlight itself.
As we dined on peculiar delicacies, we reminisced about the summer solstice from earlier this year—a time of warmth and illumination, when the sun reigned supreme.
With the memory of the summer solstice guiding our conversation, Morticia and I discussed the approaching autumnal equinox and its significance for our Halloween preparations.
Until the morrow, Wednesday