You are old. You are dull, dirty and dingy. You have faded from bright orange to a dull shade of pumpkin. But you have always been there for me. You’ve kept the sun from shining in my eyes and shielded my face from the rain and the snow.
Just like I wouldn’t leave home without Indie, boots or shotgun, I’d never leave you behind.
Others would have likely discarded you in favor of a newer, brighter, flashier model. But not me. You’re like a perfect pair of bluejeans or cowboys boots. Broken in. Comfortable. And while past your prime, you’re also a picture of perfection.
You just fit.
And I’m looking forward to wearing you again this weekend.