A - But do not mention joy

Dear K,

This requires backstory, but only two or three hours of it, and nothing
much happened.

When I get on the bus in the cold I need to take my gloves off to get
at my bus pass. I put them back on when I get a seat. Well, once, a
while ago, I got on and realised as I took my seat that I'd lost one.
One glove had slipped away. For the next couple of hours my fingers
were stiff and blue. Misery - my poor guitarin hand.

Upon returning to the bus stop, however, I found the glove. It was wet
and smeared with gritty mud, but had survived. The traffic snored
around me for a moment, then fell back into hush and iron hiss. I
clutched the old thing to my bosom, pocketed it and hopped across the
road like a sparrow.