Dust

That was a long night. I was coming back from work little tired, little frustrated, little worried.

He cancelled the date we planned a week ago. I was clearly not happy.

Stormy weather and a broken umbrella were making me mad.

I thought I can still use the umbrella to save me from dust.

And then it just flew away to a car on the right side of the road.

I saw him kissing her.

The broken umbrella removed the real dust.