I’ve just emerged from the shower and am looking for something. In one of those cases of my losing something in working memory, I keep searching, sure that when I find it — whatever it is — I’ll know it’s what I’ve been looking for.
Now, if I had my glasses, I’d have found it long ago, but no, I don’t have them on.
If I had my glasses.
If I had my glasses…
I’m looking for my glasses, and there they are, perched in the closet, which was the first place I looked in.