They tell me it’s summer. As I walk the countless steps through the kitchen, I pass a chair with a rainbow of blue coats, piled on its’ back. Such a burden to carry the weight of the weather on your rails. My fleece jacket is backpack ready for the icy air in our antiquated building. My spring coat is warmth from the damp, early morning air. Train station approved. My long raincoat is ready for a tempestuous Northeast storm. A warranty from a rainy, long ago college graduation. My blue coats.
They tell me it’s summer.