Hats Away

Today I was bullied. Cold covered my eyes with a blindfold. Wind followed suit. It plucked my hat right off my head and sent it on its way. I could see the black form receding into the darkness of the parking lot, brim slightly upturned like a wink. Embittered, I walked forward, blinked away the cold, and looked down.

Resting on the cold pavement--waiting for me--was my fedora.