Two reciprocal experiences on the subject of losing and finding. And the cover thumbnail is the third: on my walk soon after I saw these lost keys hanging from the gate to the local rec, hopefully for the owner to spot them!
Two reciprocal experiences on the subject of losing and finding. And the cover thumbnail is the third: on my walk soon after I saw these lost keys hanging from the gate to the local rec, hopefully for the owner to spot them!
So everything ended well for all. And you avoided talking about politics as well. We have been on holiday, so we have missed most of the fun. Perhaps the strangest thing that ever happened to me is a lost and found story. My parents had come to take myself and my belongings home at the end of the university’s academic year. Ready to drive home, my father threw me the car key, the only one on the key-ring. I caught the ring but the key had come off in mid-air and disappeared. Having eliminated the impossible, we eventually found the key by applying the (very) improbable. The key had come off the ring and landed on top of railings, perhaps three inches wide. I think that you could try to achieve this result a million times, without success.
Our paths can take us to unexpected places, offering experiences that give unique glimmers of light to brighten the moment. How fortuitous, Ant, that not only did an honest soul come across Debbie’s pass, but that you, in turn, came across the set of keys.
Experiences like these restore one’s faith in humanity, somewhat.
I have been going through the folders stored away in the filing cabinet of my memory to try to think of items I’ve lost, and were subsequently returned to me; or that I’ve found, and returned to the owner. Do excuse the potential soppiness, but the most profound instance is that of my other half having found me when I was lost.