There’s something about heading out the door at 5:46 a.m. on a Saturday morning that shouldn’t sit right with me. But the sleep demons won’t allow added shuteye so it’s up and at ’em. The straightest route I’ll follow all day is the beeline to the coffee grinder and percolator. Must-fire-that-mother-up.
It’s lightly raining and 46F this morning but wind-free. As morning walks go, this is entirely tolerable. The clouds and dampness contribute to the stillness. There is virtually no sound for the first 600 yards beyond my shuffle and minor huffing and puffing. The occasional car as I near Colony Road is only sign that others are up and about.
The song de jour today is Can’t Find My Way Home by Steve Winwood and Eric Clapton a few years back at the Crossroads Guitar Festival. It’s an incredible performance on YouTube based on their time with Blind Faith:
Come down off your throne and leave your body alone.
Somebody must change.
You are the reason I’ve been waiting so long …
75 minutes later, my damp but enjoyable walk is complete. The bag 75% filled with routine finds is stowed behind the garage until adequate light allows for a photo.
Waiting for me is a message from my friend and photographic contributor Sherry who tells me “You are a little off track with your trash blogs … people don’t want political ramblings and opinions.” She’s referring, I think, to my most recent rant against the bobble heads at Fox News and an anti-environment GOP.
I don’t entirely disagree with her. Politics in general is over my head. What I can get my mind around, however, is that my minuscule little effort is indeed part of the larger save-our-world picture. It is interconnected in some way, some how.
Perhaps my reference to larger issues should cite those with larger brain pans who can espouse big picture views. My little world is only 3+ miles, and perhaps I should tend to my knitting. No doubt, though, what I do on dreary mornings like this is part of the environmental patchwork. In that vein, every little bit helps, even one bag at a time.