the giving hat

I don't know how or where it happened, but please know - dear hat - that you were treasured by all of us Above The Neck.

Remember the time it was snowing and I had on a coat without a hood, because the weatherman was wrong and I, like a fool, had trusted him? Remember how happy I was to be with you? Your soft gray hues never clashed outlandishly with my warbrobe, but in fact often added a 'devil may care' panache. And your tassles! Oh, those tassles.

Please know, it was an accident and you will be missed.

I don't know how it happened.