I lost my sunglasses somewhere in between the first cup of sorbet and the second rain shower and the third meal of the day. I miss them but maybe some stranger picked them up and now the sunglasses I accidentally left behind are their new favorite pair. Or maybe a little girl found them and they happened to be the final piece in her princess ensemble. Perhaps they’re still sitting right where I left them, watching everything through the lenses that I used to see through and experiencing far more than I ever will. Regardless, everything comes full circle somehow, someway.
tagged as: personal. lost sunglasses. my writing.