Goodnight…
Missed Connections in Portland, OR
Whenever I see a green umbrella
Open to the sun
I hope and cross my fingers
But it’s never you.
NOTE FROM THE MISSED CONNECTIONS CHIEF BOTTLE FINDER:
We’ve all been in these shoes at one time or another, haven’t we? Seeing something familiar, hoping it’s what we’ve been looking for, and then discovering that it’s not. Is it a cruel joke the Universe plays on us or could it mean something else entirely? I love Delphine Devos’ illustration as it shows the inevitable clearing after a storm – allowing us to cast those umbrellas aside and walk without care.