More than just a Beanie

My beanie reaches out to the aroma of food carts dispersed around me
Urging me remember the delicious pretzels displayed like a quoits game.
My beanie holds me gently, transporting me to New York City streets
Where the lights are bright and buildings are taller then the rainforest canopy,
Where the people on the billboards are bigger than even the tallest man
The buzz of the city creates enough electricity to light up the whole world.
The beanie is a reminder of a time when I felt poised and self-assured
When I felt exhilarated waking up in the morning and going to bed at night.

It taps me on the shoulder reminding me of a time when fear was no option.
The sound of snow squelching and crunching beneath my boots booms,
I look through a magical looking glass seeing my ski instructor scolding my excuses.
I am conquering my greatest fears, smiling while doing so,
Reminding me when fear was lost and I found a version of myself I adore.
My beanie is my armour always protecting me from the harshest nights,
But it has also experienced some of the best days beside me.

It is not just a beanie.
It is a book,
It is a photo album,
It is the real and authentic me.
I can be the girl I love and respect, with my beanie.