I have a grave feeling that I missed out on an opportunity today. Something fell through my fingers, an etheral wisp that I shall never see again. An enigma of some sort.
Its a feeling of greater importance, but also of perhaps a chance to meet another, or see a rare event.
I have no idea what it was, but I missed it whatever it was.
I have no choice but to bid it fond passage then, to the moment, to the sensation.
So goodbye then, you Mystery, and may you float on forever.