A Song of Mist and Brimmed Hats

Every week I make the trip,
And yet today was special.
The mist, the sky, the street, the cars
All of it a shade of grey
And my hat--

Oh, I was wearing a hat,
A handmade hat with a brim,
A crocheted brown hat with a flower,
And a grey coat with a collar.
And then the mail--

Oh, I had boxes in my arms,
I had letters in my hands.
​With the mist and the hat and the boxes,
I felt a bit like Mr. Tumnus
And I laughed as I ran inside