N1-Le's Garden of Memories

Tossing your gigantic sweater onto a busy space for nearly speck-like folk and leaving it there for a while.
Many might be trapped under it, or even get caught up in the fibers.
Perhaps maybe some even deigned to explore the garment willingly, your residual body heat still lingering to it, providing a suitable shelter for the chill outside. Your scent clinging to it, proving rather pleasant to the new inhabitants.
And then of course, much later you find yourself chilly again, and reclaim you sweater, with many new friends in tow.