A Clean Fold

Returning inside as the lamps were lit, I spotted a stiff patterned paper fan left half-splayed across a stack of lacquered coasters. Leaving its crisp folds sprawled in loose disarray dulls both edge and discipline. I stepped firmly onto the polished wood, lowered myself into a poised half-kneel, and gripped the outer wooden rib with steady fingers. Gathering each pleated segment in clean sequence, I pressed the paper smooth until every fold clicked flush into a single compact bar. Slid into its resting groove on the tray, it sits orderly once more.#Chun-li