For the Celtics, today marks the end of summer, the beginning of winter. In this in-between time, the laws of space and time are suspended, and the dead can walk among us.

Here in Minnesota, I think that time comes a week or two earlier, when the trees turn from growth to dormancy, when the sun and moon shrink back from us – maybe this day should be defined not by the calendar, but by the first new moon after the autumn equinox. This year, that would’ve been October 6th.

Maybe we join the walking dead when we leave for work and return home in darkness.

But no matter when they start, I bet the dead find their peace by the time of the winter solstice.