11/9 The Duchess

11/9 The Duchess

10/4

Once upon a time, a friend of mine lent me his umbrella. It had begun to rain, and he wanted me to get home safe. I felt his concern for me presented as the shield that followed me home that night. It was a limited-edition umbrella pattern from china, plaid and perfectly sized for my use. I treasured that night for many after. He had a peculiar way of caring for his umbrella, a method he insisted was followed by many other people. He folded his umbrella alongside the creases with each use, instructing me to do the same. It certainly preserved the shape and frame of the umbrella, but seemed like a bit of work. He had used the same umbrella as long as I’d known him, so his trust really meant something. In the same year, he gave me an umbrella of my own, a twin from the same year as his. I don’t use that umbrella much unless it is a special occasion, mostly because it has become one of my final gifts from him. It reflects a part of the person he is, and reminds me of the kind of person I am. As such, I use an umbrella whenever I want to feel safe, and hide it away when I want to feel the emotional turmoil from the sky.

Dissonance 9/24

10/6: I collect beautiful things,

For I cannot make them.

Found a friend

11/9 Abandonment