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A gust of wind rose up and blew off my
hat.
Just like that, my hat was gone.
There was no warning, no danger signs,
just whooosh!
And that was it.
Of all the nerve.
I guess that I could go and buy a new
hat,
but what purpose would that serve?
First of all it would show no loyalty
at all to my first hat.
I could wait around and see if the wind
would blow it back to me.
That would show some loyalty,
but how long should I wait?
I suppose it would be impossible to
have a standard grieving time for hats.
Some hats are simply more special than
others.
It is so subjective.
I guess I could be mad at the hat for
dancing off with the wind.
In that case there should be no
grieving time.
I would simply be able to go off right
this second and buy a new hat.
But how could I possibly trust a new
hat after my old hat danced off with the wind?
And that wind,
now there’s a crafty fella.
Always sneaking up on you and taking
what ever he can.
I would be really mad at him, except
for the fact,
that he is really useful when I go
sailing.
I love to sail |
