Mystery Woman Under That Hat

Who is under that hat we wondered as she disembarked. I had never seen such a contraption that was so not easily parked. It was feathered and fluffed, with flounces that said United Nation. Had a mind of its own, this glorious concoction, fabulous creation. We could not see her face, but I knew she would be a famous someone. Kind of a hat that would not be easily dissuaded. It turned to the sun. Soaking up the rays at that bandstand, as we watched our children play. I tried to see the woman’s face, but it was under a veil of lace that day. She was a mystery woman, in the best hat we had ever seen in July. It shaded her completely, as we watched fireworks in the sky. She climbed back in her limo and was whisked away at midnight. We waved to her and her glorious hat until they disappeared!