Thursday is trash day. Trash Day is usually not a big deal but sometimes on the 20, little things take on a bigger meaning. It’s about 1/4 of a mile from our house to where the trash truck meets us therefore trash day requires a little preplanning, not a lot but a little reminder the night before….tomorrow is trash day.
The trash truck usually arrives at 6:59 Thursday morning…..on the dot.
My delight is not really about the trash guy, although he does seem like a nice, very prompt person and I really, really appreciate him carting off my garbage,
But sky. The sky at 6:59 in the morning. Delightful.
The moon was setting in the West, bidding adieu to another night.
But to the East!
This symphony of color lasted only minutes. Soon the yellows, reds and glorious pinks had faded, the rooster next door starting crowing and a new day started.
And while the world woke up, the trash man kindly took my bin, gave me a nod and moved onto the next house.