Do you ever think about those lost gloves that you see on the street? Or the lonely ones sadly hanging from a fence post? I do. I'm fascinated by them. Will the glove ever find its partner, or is it just waiting for the next sanitary worker to dispose of it? I can tell you from my experience, none of my single gloves ever found their partner again.

What I can't get over though, are the gloves on the fences. Somebody cares with these gloves, to go through the effort to pick up the stray, and to try to hang it prominently and with as much dignity as a glove with no hand can have. Who is this person that picks up the fallen glove? And why? This person is grabbing onto the glimmer of hope that the owner will beat the odds and come back to save his fallen companion.

Anonymous compassion. It always makes me smile.