I don’t like that the autumn and pre-winter days are shorter.
It means my Saturday and Sunday walks – empty trash bag and hot coffee in hand – begin in the dark.
Without light, pickable items go unseen. Plastic Marlboro wrappers, small shards of plastic, caps from Coke bottles, bits of polystyrene, McDonald’s and Burger King cup lids, Snickers wrappers, etc. won’t be captured.
To make matters worse, the telltale sheen of plastic is lost among the glisten of tens of thousands of wet leaves. The leafy mat can cover Bud Light and Miller Lite and Pepsi cans. So I corral and bag what I can.
As the dawn arrives, I can see the refuse begin to accumulate. Junk I missed earlier will have to wait for next time. What it confirms is that slobs keep tossing stuff aside. I’ll continue to be there to pick up after them. Even in the dark, their buffoonery is illuminating.