laundry day equaled three loads of laundry and lots of time at the laundromat. the fall afternoon was stunning in its quiet nature and promise of cooler temperatures. i had just pulled a scarf out of the dryer and wrapped it around my neck, as the sun didn’t reach the bench i was sitting on.
now all sorts of snuggly, i re-opened my book and was a few pages in when i heard a slight crash / minor commotion at the window. i turned to look inside, but all i could see was the reflection of the house across the street. everything calmed down and so i returned to the book.
a girl walked out with her hands cupped around one another.
her: a dragonfly! i’ve got a dragonfly in my hands!
me: *smiles* *thinks to self, ah ha, that’s what that noise was. she was trapping the dragonfly against the window, catching it so she could set it free.* *has no words for this* *smiles again*
she saved the dragonfly from the laundromat, an odd juxtaposition of wild and domesticity. i sure wished i could fly away from the mounds of laundry that needed to be folded.