It used to be crisp, structured, proud.
Now it's faded, bent at the brim, stained with sweat and years.
But you love it more now than when it was new.
It fits your head perfectly.
It carries your seasons with it.
Shinto
Objects that walk the road with you gather spirit.
Their wear is their offering.
Their imperfection is their wisdom.
Honor what has aged with yo…