What was lost has been found
A couple of weeks ago, I lost one of the gloves a coworker purchased for me. It was a nice pair of gloves, the kind that flip back allowing your fingers out for delicate tasks but for everything else are covered in mitten-like fashion. The replacement pair did not last very long (less than a day) and subsequently the return to the store netted me a credit instead of a new pair.
This morning, while walking across the parking lot at my train station, I found the missing glove. It was sitting next to a small tree on a grassy divider in the parking lot. Prior to the warm weather, what occupied this space was a four or five foot-high pile of snow that the plows had pushed there when they came to clear the lot. And my glove, apparently, was at or near the bottom of this pile.
And since the snow all melted away due to the nice weather we've been having, my glove appeared.
I'm amazed by this. Several people have said I should have purchased a lotto ticket today.