the street without glove

today as i was cycling i passed over a small crumpled brown satin glove on the street, and, as i always do, thought of aka, about taking a photo of a glove on the street for her, as she always did, as she perhaps still does. but it’s a busy process, this taking of photos of lost gloves on streets, and at some point i stopped to do it anymore, because there are just so many lost gloves on streets around the world, and maybe they are quite even the most lost things in the world, beyond money and pets and love. f says that she always thinks of aka when she sees gloves, too. so we are consistently finding the lost things, and whether or not we take the picture, we keep losing and finding and losing again —- the thought. the money, the pets, the love.

and these thoughts happened within the space of about 50 meters, at which point i happened to ride right past the matching small brown satin glove, and though i didn’t stop, i slowed down a bit, thinking how this may be the first time in my life to see a whole pair lost, not quite together, but close. and maybe they weren’t lost, maybe the woman riding her bicycle could feel the spring as i do when i ride my bicycle these days, and she decided to fling her gloves away in joy. oh, the thought!

and so i couldn’t resist anymore, the chance to find and take a photo of a pair of lost brown satin gloves, so i slowed down more, turned around and started to go back to the place where i passed them. But just as i turned around, a man on a scooter slows down and swiftly picks up the small brown satin glove from the street and rides right past me.

so… the gloves and the money and the pets and the love.

sigh…

and a photograph for you.

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