Hanging Silently

Last weekend was hectic, mainly because I helped out at the Simmons International Chinese Poetry Festival from Friday thru Sunday. I also got a free book from a poet from Taiwan (YEA!). What was scary though was that I almost lost my umbrella.

On Saturday, I had stuck my umbrella in the side pocket of my backpack and hadn't touched it the whole day. At night when I got home, I realized that it was MISSING.

I was baffled. I didn't take it out, so I supposed it might have fallen out on my way back even though it was tucked in pretty tight. The next morning I looked for it along my trodden path, but sadly, there was no sign of it at all. So I supposed somebody might have picked it up even if it did fall out. I was on my way to surrendering to a new umbrella, but still had the teeny hope it might still be in the conference room...It wasn't there either. I fully succumbed to the fact that I would have to spend money to buy a new one.

Yet, MIRACLES DO HAPPEN.

After the conferece was over I headed for the stairs with a new friend from Taiwan, and there it was, hanging silently on the doorhandle. I was ecstatic. The handle must have fished it from the pocket.

Good joke, doorhandle, good joke.