My Overcoat Some possessions even when they`re old and useless are difficult to throw away or pass on to someone else. My coat definitely fell into that category ! It hung on its peg for years like a picture without a frame. Whenever I brushed against it, the coarse texture brought back instant memories of the warmth it provided on cold winter mornings waiting on station platforms. And this is it "the coat". That coat was so much part of "me", that parting with it was like saying goodbye to a bit of myself ! Taking a picture of it made the farewell to my coat a little easier. An Insight to the problem. Link to Basho Matsuo. Home