Laundry day

On the walk I pause to take a picture of this bridge over the quaint Provo river. I tell myself I'll explore a moment there on the walk home. I understand why the greeks believed there were Gods living at the top of these things. Doing laundry is a bore...and yes the laundry lady is looking at me with an expression of curiosity as I take a picture of one of her dryers(albeit with my laundry in it). As I promised myself, I return to the bridge to seek a moment of zen. Enjoying the view from the bridge... The temperature is dropping rapidly as the sun sets. Should I turn this thing? Did I do that!?

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