There won’t be photos today of other people’s junk or tales of anti-litter resolve.
I half forgot, half neglected to take a bag out of the pantry this morning. It’s the first time in memory no bag made the trek.
A contributing factor was the arctic air: a wind-whipped 16F at 5:30 a.m. No telling what the windchill was. 6F, 8F? The intent was to keep moving forward and not dawdle to perform the usual routine.
The first mile to the corner of Colony and Fairview Roads was spotless; there was nothing to pick up even if I’d wanted to.
But old habits die hard. There’s no way I can let non-degradable junk lay around. A crushed polystyrene cup was soon picked up and moments later, a flattened mini-liquor bottle was stuffed inside the cup. One of those hotel-size bottles of complimentary water soon joined the collection. After a few other plastic odds-and-ends were retrieved, the cup, and my hands, were full.
To clutch this rag-tag assortment made my mittened hands freezing cold. The conditions were as bitter as I’ve ever felt in North Carolina. The stiff breeze made it feel like a Midwestern February. I double-timed it home as quick as I could, bypassing non-plastic debris I would normally pick up. It’ll still be there tomorrow.
But for the time being, my hands desperately needed the hot cup of coffee that sits just to my right.