The exercise:
Write something that has to do with: hats.
The sun actually returned today! It was glorious.
Mine:
Uncle Ted owned three cowboy hats, all black. Originally, at least. By the end only one could legitimately lay claim to that color.
The first was his work hat. This he wore in the fields and stables, and was by far the most used - and loved, I've always suspected. Over the years it collected more and more dirt, until it was in danger of being lost forever if it was dropped on bare earth.
The second he liked to call his Town Hat. A trip to the store or bank or pub wouldn't have been complete without it. Sunshine turned that one a mottled grey.
Last came his formal hat, only dusted off on serious or solemn occasions: weddings, funerals, and visits to his wife's parents in New York. Remained as black as it was the day he first brought it home.
When Uncle Ted passed on there was some debate as to which hat should accompany him to the hereafter. In the end common sense did finally prevail, I'm glad to report.
