At eight twenty-four, the recycling truck pulls away. Bottles shake and clink. Heavy tires dip and rise in rain-filled potholes. Across the street, the parking lot of the Dunkin’ Donuts fills and empties, fills and empties as if on a time-lapse video. Life is movement. Life is bustle. Life is being recycled.
TurtleSloth
Slow Meanderings
