And there are things lost

I’m mourning the loss of my blue shirt. It was a camp shirt from Eddie Bower, just purchased this spring. A gorgeous Wedgewood blue, a color that could be worn with either black or navy slacks. The petite size meant that the sleeves were not too long. It was perfect.
Yesterday was a travel day. I decided to wear the shirt as a jacket rather than my white coat, which is more likely to attract grime from dealing with luggage. After carrying down the suitcases from our top floor unit, I got heated up. I rolled the shirt and stashed it in the elastic lacing of my backpack.
When we got to the train station and I swung around my pack, it was gone, lost on the subway or street.
Yes, it can be replaced. I send it out into the world of Prague. I hope it has a new life. Maybe someone will find it useful, too.
And I think of my blue hat, lost in Bangkok.