There was a time before the hat. A time of innocence, of knowing that one was right about pretty much everything, that one had seen it all, that one could not be challenged in any way shape or form about one’s life. But, when it appeared, freedom and thinking how you liked became a different story.
She appeared through a chink in the curtains at my window. Brim tilted down today – it was hot and the sun super bright – I called out for her to enter. “Ah, the hat has returned I see” I noted as she walked in.
“Yes – a, I’m so glad I found it!”
“What? It was lost?”
“Well, I couldn’t locate it for a whole day, then I spotted it at the bottom of my bag. Thank heavens! I can’t be without it for too long – and just in time, we’ve got the sun again.”