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Trash Piles, Wildfires, and Metaphors Are All Things I Found In My Driveway Today
The last day of summer
Once a year the trash company that services my local community hosts a “clean up week.” It’s sort of an olly-olly-oxen-free for getting rid of the kind of stuff that you can’t donate or might be too big to put in your car and take to the dump.
It’s somehow meaningful that this year’s bulky trash day lands on the last day of summer, just one day before the autumnal equinox.
Metaphor, much?
It is out with the old, and in with the new. Goodbye beat up and broken lawn chairs. So long junk left under the stairs by the previous tenants. Sayonara stupid ergo footrest thing that never quite worked right.
Finally, there is a time and a place for these things to exit my life.
Change is in the air
It’s windy today and brown oak leaves and yellow ginkgo leaves have taken flight, whipping past me as I pile more and more objects on the ever-growing crap pile.
In my artist’s brain, I watch the leaves with delight as they dance and float and signify autumn.
In my practical brain, I think “Ugh. I am going to have to sweep up all of that.”