Lost and Found

I dropped a pair of black gloves on the bus from Uppingham back to Leicester. Winter is approaching at full speed now, so the loss troubles me quite a bit. I also feel emotionally attached to the gloves because they are purchased in Oxford. I remember clearly where I bought them. I remember their price and, especially, the man who helps me decide on them. How he said he also liked suede in gloves, a kind of low-key blackness. They wrap my torturing memories.

It may be by fate that I left them behind. Now is the time for me to look ahead, not look back.

(2006 early winter)