upstairs, downstairs

My buddy Charles privately reminded me that it's now officially jangma season: the time of the monsoon. That means I won't be going out on the walking path as often. Instead, I'll be tromping up my apartment building's steps, from B1 to 26—maybe once, maybe twice—on rainy evenings and nights. (Probably just once up the stairs most of the time, but twice on Saturdays.)

Tonight, while going up the stairs, I noticed how hot and humid the staircase was. This means the staircase allows the outdoor conditions to slip inside, probably through the constant, termite-nest-like opening and closing of the stairwell's nearly thirty doors. That sucks for me, but there's nothing for it: I have no other real alternative when it rains.