Weekender: Strangers, Hats

Somehow it is Wednesday. I do not know how we got here.

I will keep this weekending bit short, except to say that there was brunch. There was brunch, and there was a boy who wanted a hat that I thought was ridiculous. And the boy who wanted the ridiculous hat dragged me to a table full of ridiculous hats, and the hat purveyor--a serious, white-robed whiskery man--snuck a hat onto my grouchy head and then giggled. And then this magical purveyor of hats pulled my middle to his soft side and gave my cheek the softest, sweetest kiss in the world, and grinned.

Some other things happened too, like mist, and like it getting cool enough to wear jeans, but most of all there were strangers, and there were hats.

{Photo by me}