At unlikely moments

Thoughts can strike one at the most unlikely moments then fly away like a bird never to be seen or heard from again. And some thoughts never find words but are seen through a blur (As Monet saw his trees and the water) yet are somehow understood better than if they had been clearer. Once I spied a lady who looked around too long, and she explained to me: ``I have the feeling that I have lost things abstract but important and am waiting for them to find me.''