I pull on my jacket again.

Not my coat. My jacket.

One would think it would be time for coats. Not yet.

It's warm enough for grass to grow.

Not that I mind. It feels nice, like fall weather.

And yet... I do mind? It feels wrong, like the weather is broken.

The sun is too low for it to be this warm.

One would think it would be time for sledding. Not yet.

And so, my coat stays hung in the closet.

No need for a coat when a jacket will do.