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I love tailored coats with tween fabrics, many buttons, and a zipper to bypass any fumbling delay that the buttons imply. Coats keep us warm. They bring us together. We mainlanders all wear coats at one point, especially when the cold evening chill creeps over us as we walk alone on roads converging in the darkness of night.

The coat I admired most one evening brought me closer to something warm. Standing in a dark bar enjoying the dim warmth of strangers' interactions, my gaze paused. Stalling only for a moment to collect my wit, I approached a group and asked if there were ever a greater coat in the world. The strangers and I passed banter over drinks, churning ideas and reflections, spinning a warm web of spontaneous conversational intricacy.

Days later, I listened to conversation and music searching for a perfect spontaneity that would validate the talent I sought on stage. Without warning, I found myself lost in a momentary sampling of life's mysterious evolving course. Completely engrossed in a moment's spontaneity, my reaction imperfect, I stepped back to realize that the simplest most beautiful thing about noticing a coat is the hand that pulls the hair back from your eyes, revealing the beauty of pure, spontaneous art around us.