In the scrum of shuffling commuters I trudge up the stairs, and there, beneath my feet, blinks the copper flash of a shiny penny, face up. There's too many people behind me, slow but inexorable, and I feel a pang of loss as I leave the luck where it lays and continue up to the street.
What if that was my luck for the day, the one thing that could have made today the pivot point towards a whole new destiny of chances grabbed, gambles won, challenges surmounted?
"Ah," I think to myself, "there's probably somebody out there who needs it more than me."
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