Garbage
6:30, 24 degrees Celsius.
Cool outdoor air is coming in. But the glaring sun is back and so should be the dog day. Look down on the street out of the window and see garbage scattered. A crow is a suspect.
My wife says garbage is collected every Monday. Someone put it out on the wrong day, which is not unusual these days. We would complain that people got to ignore rules these days, but the fact is majority of people are still following rules. Not bad at all. And crows are not to be blamed for just following their nature. Without a word she went out to sweep it up.
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