I have a umbrella in my hand.
It is not yet opened, nor is it closed. It is pulled straight to its maximum length, allowing the top to brush against the ground, hanging lightly at a moderate height, forming a slightly sharp angle.
But there is no need to worry about the fabric rubbing against the sand and stones.
The term "card" does not mean holding the end of the handle, nor is it hooking the hanging rope with the little finger, allowing it to be in an unstable state. Instead, it uses the thumb to exert force, lifting the top of the umbrella, forming a simple lever.
It is stable, but slightly presses against the base of the thumb.
Yes, I like this slightly painful feeling.
The recent weather is not very good. Today, it started pouring rain early in the morning, without considering the open windows of others.
When I woke up in the wind filled with thick moisture, there was already a small puddle of water on the floor.
I am not reluctant to spend some time cleaning up the house. In fact, there is not much else to do - just a simple mop will do. What is annoying is only the rain itself.
In heavy rain, urban drainage is always put to the test. Unfortunately, it seems that the places I have rented in recent years have not performed very well. The best ones are just passable.
Wearing a pair of shoe covers, taking a detour, or carrying an extra pair of shoes... There are always methods, but whether it is carrying more things or adding a few minutes, it is not ideal. The former delays brushing the phone on the way, and the latter, if you can't catch the scheduled bus, it is even more frustrating.
Fortunately, the rain stopped quickly, although I didn't see it with my own eyes. The scene of drinking milk gradually turned the rain into a drizzle, and then only gray clouds remained.
Just like a few days ago when the construction downstairs continued to roar and suddenly stopped. Abrupt, sudden, refreshing.
Of course, before going out, I still need to take an umbrella.
Pick up the umbrella stuck at the door, like a lump of cartilage animal.
Pull, stretch, fold, tighten, loosen... After nearly ten minutes of fussing, the umbrella surface is tied into a state with thick ends and a thin middle, and the Velcro is tightly stretched, looking like it could collapse at any moment.
In short, it looks like a cheap cloth doll, described with words like rough and ugly. But if you really think about it, you can only blame others.
It's really sorry that I can't fold the umbrella.
Maybe because I couldn't stand it, I didn't want to hold the umbrella like this or put it in my bag, as it felt like it would ruin the neatness.
Anyway, it's not bad to have it wedged between my fingers like a seesaw.
Between ups and downs, a tingling sensation spreads in my hand.
The moisture is still thick, as if it could condense into droplets at any time.
Even in autumn, there is no chill. With each breath, the warm and humid feeling makes me drowsy.
Since the incident of the rainwater damaging the charging port, I haven't been willing to take out my phone in this kind of weather.
I haven't finished walking on the commuting path, so I have to continue letting the umbrella handle bounce in my hand, occasionally extending it forward, gently pushing through the bustling crowd, walking alone.
- August 28, 2023, morning