Hood

How did I ever make it? How did I ever make it without a hood?

Such fake fur and other fake fur. Nestling my baby head like a baby's head. I am back in the cocoon of a coat, which is like a jacket, only bigger and thicker, too.

A hood keeps the cold out, keeps the wind at bay, keeps the bay in view. And, view, yes, only what I want is in it. What is right in front of me, where I turn my torso. O! to be struck down stylishly by some modern midsize SUV of the day! What a way to go.

It forces me to talk louder. It also means I can't hear you. I'd say that's a win-win.

I have never been so warm and fashionable at the same time! I can die happy, and loved, and like everybody else.