Unexcited

It is now the 31st of October of 2013, Halloween in the afternoon, as I write this phrase. It is a little drizzle outside. The sky is grey. The Lulu Island neighbourhood looks undecorated and unexcited. The evening passes and my family feasts on Halloween pizza and rice porridge. We have candies ready, but no kids come to our door. I hear some fireworks from outside, though.

Having seen the film twice before, I felt distinctly unexcited at the prospect of a third viewing.

From some excited bodies there proceeds for a certain distance to others unexcited, a light, which is reflected from the latter to the former, and in the reflexion snaps; and which upon touching the skin of a man or beast is felt with a smarting: This snapping light is call'd the electrical Sparks.