On a rainy early morning, I go to do laundry. There’s no special reason for it. Outside, it's damp and humid because of the rain, but inside the laundromat, it smells fresh and pleasant because of the clean clothes—that’s what I like. It’s a rainy dawn. I arrive at the laundromat with my laundry and wait for it to be done when she arrives. Every time it rains on a morning like this, she comes to do laundry at the same time as me.