Drumheller

The changing weather results in a changing wardrobe.
Parka days seem over.
Before heading out for a quick walk this morning, I reached back, back, back into the closet and grabbed a jacket I haven't worn for a while.
The air was nippy and I slid my hands down into the deep pockets.
"Look," I cried, "Drumheller."
And sure enough, there in the palm of my hand lay a cluster of brick coloured rock fragments. Little bits of Drumheller.