No diamond and 18k gold rings were stumbled upon this morning. It meant the best I could do was pick up trash and leave valuables for another day.
But I’m cool with that. To find something worth real money is like stumbling across the proverbial needle in a haystack. It was back to business as usual for the morning stroll.
Speaking of cool, the a.m. temps were brisk by North Carolina standards: in the mid 50s. There was a breeze, perhaps a precursor of Hurricane Irma.
I was out the door by 6:05, to be greeted by an owl hooting in the distance. That’s the sort of morning noise I can live with. Why it hoots and for whom makes for interesting inner conjecture in the darkness.
The path was relatively clean for the first half mile. And I know why.
Yesterday as I neared the intersection of Sharon View and Colony Roads, there was a guy with two big bags filled with litter. He was on the far side of the intersection, perhaps 75 yards away, and he was on a mission. He picked up debris and kept on moving southward on Colony at a good clip. I couldn’t very well yell a congratulatory message since between he and I were two women walking their dogs. Who knows what they would’ve thought.
Still, it was good to see someone caught red handed (grimy handed?) in the act of helping to keep his neighborhood spic and span. The unknown samaritan was doing his duty and we are all the better off for it. I don’t know your name, pal, but thanks.