Sunday afternoons call for walks
but during the winter months, I beg to differ. Regardless, my friend and I bundled
in our warmest clothes and took on downtown Provo in 28-degree weather with
frozen fingers and open eyes. The things I started to notice may seem a little
obvious but they were placed in such a way that only one that set out looking
for it could find it. Many of the things I found were because I tiptoed around
to the back of buildings, looked down at my feet for a little while walking or
turning my head with every few steps. Crossing the crosswalk with my eyes
fixated to the ground, I was able to see the SLC Olympic manhole covers and
forever footprints in the sidewalk. Turning my head, I saw a colorful mosaic in
the gloom of the day and the advertising of the old pharmacy from 1885.
Finally, poking my head around the corner of a building I found a patriotic tin
man staking the American flag in the ground. The charm of downtown Provo has
only increased in my eyes. It’s a little gem of history on the Wasatch front.
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