|11 x 22 x 1 cm|
Halloween, 2010, we attended the 7th avenue parade in Brooklyn. The streets were crammed with children in over-clever or overpriced costumes. A small clearing momentarily formed in front of me, at its center this glove. I was able to pause long enough to pick it up, the flow of the crowd gently asking that I move along. Three strides later, I stumbled upon its companion. Such lovely gloves, I held them up to announce them, quickly realizing that unless they were dropped by the person but 5 feet ahead of me, the owner was long gone.
These really were the most lovely gloves I have ever been in possession of. I wore them openly, figuring someone in the neighborhood would say 'Hey, I lost those', and I would happily return them, commending him on his taste in handwear. Instead, I lost one that winter. Such lovely gloves.