But at night the waving trees made a swish of black ghosts flaming on all sides in a fire of black arms and sinuosities in the gloom – million moving deeps of leaf night – It’s a fear to walk along it (on Riverside, no sidewalk, just leaves on ground at roadside) (pumpkins in the dew of Halloween hint, voting time in the empty classroom of November afternoon) – In that field…

Jack Kerouac. Doctor Sax. 1977.