glove story

Despite springtime’s associations of life, hope and rebirth, it’s a sad time of year for gloves: with Winter behind us, many are left abandoned in the street, often separated from their loved ones and unable to find their way home.

Some try to creep into doorways for shelter.
single black monogrammed gloveOthers perch on window sills, wistfully watching their more fortunate relatives. While we know they will never again be allowed to cross into indoor warmth and comfort, it seems unlikely that they realise they will soon be chased away.
single black gloveA very few are lucky enough to remain with their partners and attempt to set up home together in unnatural habitats.
pair of pink gloves in a flower pot Yet others gather twigs and debris and attempt to build nests.
fingerless mittenPerhaps even mismatched couples can share such endeavours and find brief happiness together.
beige woollen gloveA few let themselves go completely, adapting so well to their new environment that they blend in almost unnoticed.
grey woollen gloveOthers give up all hope and hang themselves on park railings or drown themselves in puddles.
blue plastic glove  in puddle Spare a thought for these poor creatures and do not reject them when they stretch out their hands to you for help.

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