It is official. 

It happened today. 

I knew the day was coming. 

I just did not know when. 

It happens every year. 

The day I open my closet, pull out my winter jacket, and say to myself, ‘Fuck, I am so tired of this thing.’ 

I mean, I will keep wearing it. 

I kind of have to. 

The days are still cold, but there are not many remaining. 

The clocks have changed. 

Daylight lasts well into the evening. 

The snow is melting. 

Spring is in the air. 

I see and hear birds I have not heard in a long time. 

But I am still fucking tired of that jacket. 

I mean, I have others. 

But there is always one that you wear because it is everything. 

The others are great, but they don’t cut it like ‘THE ONE.’ 

There is one thing I am doing differently. 

I just wear a T-shirt underneath. 

I have always liked the feel that it gives. 

But you know? 

With all my complaining, dropping the ‘F-Bombs,’ and the woes with me, there is something really cool I see. 

My spring jackets on the other side of the rack. 

I have not looked at them in a long time. 

I look at them now. 

Spring jackets are one of my favourites. 

It may verge on an obsession. 

I have a few. 

There are just so many options and styles. 

There is one style that I am starting to see. 

Making a comeback. 

I saw it a few times in a couple of designers I like to follow. 

‘The Varsity Jacket.’ 

You have to know when to say when with one. 

Sometimes they are ‘tricked out’ a little too much. 

Less is more. 

I had one made for me. 

I picked it up the other day. 

I smiled when I saw it for the first time. 

Derailleur logo on the back, my favourite number on my arm, white with black and red cuffs. 

I will not get tired of this one. 

It is my new, 

‘The One’ 

Insert proud emoji here. 

‘Dress Confidently. Ride Boldly. Ride YOU.’