The words “lost and found” always make me think of amazing grace.
Not of lost mittens or keys or caps or a single red shoe. Nor of the “lost and founds” one must call in search of them. No.
“Lost and found” makes me think of amazing grace:
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me
I once was lost, but now I’m found, was blind, and now I see… Continue reading
Note: At the start of our weekly writing group meetings, we do a five-minute warm-up exercise based on a prompt. The prompt for this one was “I hated it because it was new.”
“I hated it because it was new” is a particularly uninspiring prompt for me this morning, mostly because I don’t recall ever hating anything new.
Ah. No. That’s a lie. Now that I think of it, there’s at least one thing: new car smell.