On the journey back to the house,
Bernie told me the cowboy hat rule.
White for summer.
Black for winter.
The ones on the dance floor,
Or on the heads of the people on the floor,
Had been a mixture.
"So tonight, when folks can't decide,
Whether it's summer or winter,
Is the right time to identify,
Those who think half full,
And those who think half empty..."
He laughed, looked back at me,
Looked at his white hat on the seat next to me,
And smiled.
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