Letting Go

Twenty-three years ago I bought a seriously warm coat. Save for three days when the temperature dipped below zero, the coat spent its life in my closet.

Why keep it?  Nostalgia?

I recalled buying the coat in Provincetown. That was the weekend I braved a stiff wind, wore heavy wool socks, and thick wool hats. I also pulled the scarf I wore around my neck-- high enough to include my nose. 

Nostalgia lost and the coat joined other clothes. 

If the temperature dips below zero I'll wear a sweater under a jacket. You gotta take a chance in life.