>for umbrella hunting, I thought, as I stood on the train platform in my hooded sweat jacket and polka dot rain boots. The weather had been cold and we got snow, then it cleared up and we had had bright, sunny days, but still cold. Now it had warmed up and was raining.
Many people had umbrellas and I watched them. Long umbrellas like canes, short ones folded up ones to fit in a brief case or pocket book. Mostly black, but one with tan and black in a checkerboard pattern, one clear plastic with pink trim and one pink nylon one. One that looked like it was broken, but was still in use.
The wind blew across the platform giving me a momentary chill and a smile. Yes a perfect day for umbrella hunting. Would I be successful? Only time will tell.
Belleza
just a (transplanted) city girl 