Each October or November I don my collection of winter jackets for the first time in six months or so. In the packets are reminders of winters past, projects, and days.
A pack of matches from a long defunct Savings and Loan. It has followed me since the mid 80's.
A pokemon card that was a bookmark last year.
A pair of work gloves.
A pen from the Ford dealer in the next town.
A lighter.
They smell like the closet they came from, except for one that bears traces of an outdoor fire.
I like the pockets of old jackets. Sort of an old man's Christmas stocking.