There’s so much talk about socks left without their partners. But what about gloves? Does anyone, anywhere, ever think of them? Some of us miss them. They might miss us too.

Lost outside, sprawled on the ground, in the snow or the mud, dirty, or maybe perched somewhere in plain sight—all alone. With the first spring sun, even lonelier… Loneliness is all around. The city tells stories, do we see them? Do we read them? Do we have the time to stop, gaze and wonder?