Trash

The colder weather has hit us again, thankfully. It makes my morning walks with Tucker so much more enjoyable. You know, because I can breathe and I don't start sweating as soon as I open the front door.

Tuck and I love walking down to the marsh on the nature trail.

It's a nice walk, over 2500 steps on my Fitbit, with woods and a dog park---

---the marsh at the end----

---when the timing is just right, the sunrise---

---- birds searching for breakfast or just watching us pass by---

---and, sometimes, I practice taking those annoying selfies out there---

I also appreciate the time change as we got back home way earlier than usual. I like that. I am more of a morning person than a night person so, dark coming earlier won't bother me.

But there is something that bothers me. It bothers me a lot.

Yep. Those were waiting for us along the nature trail and at the end.

They're even more disgusting and distracting than those hideous power lines tampering with the beauty of the sunrise---

If I thought for one split second that the police would fingerprint those cans, go find the culprits and slap a HUGE fine on them, I would have taken those cans straight to the police station.

In my mind, it's kids. They've discovered that no one will come down there and catch them doing things they are not legally supposed to be doing.

I'll give them this though, they're brave. There is NO WAY I would go down that nature trail at night. Nature takes on a whole new perspective after the sun goes down.