My Red Coat
Autumn is my favorite time of year for many reasons… the newest of which is my red coat. It sang to me off the rack at Filene’s Basement. A sweet coat with little bit of sass. A coat much like a coat I wore as a young girl.
I was five or six, and I remember clearly standing in between my mom and dad, letting them take a step forward, bending at the knees, and swinging as hard as I could — and actually flying (if only for a brief second), and landing hard on the cement sidewalk.
At some point, (I’m not sure when) I thought I couldn’t “pull off” wearing red… Not sure how or why I convinced myself, but I did, for at least the past twenty years.
I’m not chasing my childhood, or looking for my innocence again… I’m just glad to still know that girl who wanted so much to fly is still with me, closer than I thought she was.
–Sue
1 comment November 3rd, 2008
