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Sunday January 15th 2012, 5:44 pmPuffs and swirls, deep and gray. Softly textured as if daubed gingerly by a master painter’s broad brush. Spontaneous flourishes of delicate powdery blue-whites. It fills my entire vision as I stare upward toward dizzying heights. I watch a flock of little black triangular specks darting gracefully across southward. My vision only broken by a roof edge jutting into view. The air is chilled and I take in a deep gust of freshness. Then without warning, suddenly the puffy milky grey whites bleed away in one section, as if some mythical god blew it’s breath to gently punch a hole through the muted clouds, revealing a purest of blues just for my me. I move to continue my chore. Clasping the weathered “clickety” black steel latch to the side gate, it sticks as always, a little game it likes to play with me regularly. I use a little more force, a familiar scrape of wood against wood, it releases it’s grip. I step through, taking note of the relatively new tree in the far corner we had planted last summer, its gotten pretty big now. I turn to my left and grab a handle, it feels rugged and scarred in my hand, I think we’ve been using it for about 8 years now. I slowly ease the big plastic sun-beaten and faded green clunky wheeled bin down the cemented driveway toward the street. The path cracked in a place or two and slightly lifted awkwardly in a section, there is an old oil stain that refuses to ever dissipate. Along the sidewalk edge, the street gutter is littered with tiny browned and yellowed leaves, they rustle around from a slight breeze. I place the bin on our little spot of the shared cul de sac and wave to a neighbor down the road who is doing the same routine as me. Sunday, quiet and peaceful.
Setting The Garbage Cans Out
January 15th 2012
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