I walk out to my car and

it is not until a sudden gust of wind

that I realize I am without

my coat,

an afterthought.

Weeks (months) of

long johns,

wool sock, boot

wool sock, boot.

coat, gloves or

gloves, coat ( to keep my sweater from bunching).

scarf, hat, zippers, buttons, flaps and hoods.

An overwhelming amount of layers…

the metaphor is obvious, I suppose

but

my relief in this unplanned, peeled back moment is

visceral.

Winter is not over, but hope is in this moment

this cold, sunny mistake

in my driveway.