it was at Sarah's house, in the second bedroom where I always sleep. it's probably been there for months. had i not been helping her organize her gift bags and boxes, i wouldn't have seen it. more specifically, had i not missed when i attempted to toss one boxon top of another (which meant having to bend down to pick up said box), i wouldn't have found it tucked into a corner between some other stuff.
this happens to me a lot. some beloved item slips into a crevice or mysteriously disappears. i make my peace with it, with its loss, and in the midst of some mindless task, i find it there waiting. i especially have good fortune with cherished hats.
in celebration of its return to me, i wore it for a good five minutes. even in this heat.
