Did you experience: When Something Returns — Only to Be Lost Again
Living in Asia you can count to find things where you lost it. At least from my experience in Korea and now in Hong Kong. I know Japan is also a paradise about that.
In Hong Kong, lost things have a habit of waiting for you — in station offices, convenience stores, tram depots. The real challenge isn’t finding what you’ve lost. It’s remembering where you left it.
This Wednesday, after school, I went to retrieve an umbrella I’d forgotten the day before at a document certification office. In my hurry to deliver a translation, I’d left it leaning by the counter. I braced myself for disappointment — but there it was, nestled among a forest of other abandoned umbrellas.
The guard nodded.
“Yours? Take it!”
I took it, relieved. A small victory, I though.
On the tramway home, I placed it beside my seat. A thought flickered:
Don’t forget it here.
Of course, I did.
Distracted by counting coins before my stop at Admiralty, I stepped off the tram — and left the umbrella behind. Not stolen. Not broken. Simply forgotten again.
I didn’t realize until I reached home. But walking back through the afternoon light, I’d paused to photograph the sky — clouds scattered like forgotten thoughts across a soft blue canvas.
(Photo with iPhone 17. AJF)
Well, some losses return nothing. Others return a sky.
☂️ 🤔
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