A while ago, I lost my glasses, and then found them a day later.

Yesterday. It happened again. Sunglasses on face, other glasses in my breast pocket. The first few times they fell out I noticed. Upon realising that they weren't there, steps were re-traced. Back up into the willow tree over the the stream; onto the little island the stream branches-and-merges around; scouring the grass where I briefly knelt; and checking all the benches in case some kind soul^[1] had picked them up. Over the bridge and into the other park. Feeling annoyed with myself for losing them again and at the thought of having to pay to replace them. Although, a little bit of excitement was creeping in: my prescription has probably changed - the world isn't razor sharp - and I didn't really like those glasses anyway. Maybe I could get a pair that I like, and that make everything clear and nice and better. A new me awaits. Oh. Oh well. Nevermind. There they are. On the bench we'd sat on earlier.

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