I descended down 3 flights of newly built wooden stairs, the kind that creak & crack like an old barn, but they weren't old, maybe they were built this way to save money, who knows. In my hand were 2 thin, red straps attached to a large white bag filled with a weeks worth of discarded materials, mostly paper tissues, rotten banana peels, folded up cereal boxes & paper plates. It's quite possible that 1 or 2 empty beer bottles had worked their way down to the bottom of the bag before reaching their final resting place. As I reached the bottom of the stairs I encountered an older woman with a large, friendly dog. The woman, who has spent the last few years enjoying her "sweets" seemed more startled at my appearance than the dog. She quickly hesitated her steps, but only for a moment. It was just enough time for me to sense her uncomfortable disposition. I stared at my shoe laces for a second, then quickly looked up and said, "hello". After a humdrum attempt to pet the dog, pleasantries were exchanged & we were soon on our way to our respected destinations. I soon found myself at a comfortable pace, walking across sidewalks & parking lots to the agreed upon fate of my discarded materials. As I walked up the ramp which led to a large, blue, steel structure, where I was to say my final goodbyes to my possessions, I realized how odd the weather was for a mid-day Summer's walk. The weather was as confused as I was, you know the kind, you actually have to stand really still, outside, alone, to tell if it's cool, or humid. Warm, windy, it's up & down actually, kind of like a teeter-tooter. As I reached the precipice of the ramp, I quickly realized I had a good 12 foot throw in front of me to properly discard my materials. I wound up like an 8 year old pitcher making his little league debut, and released what was in my mind a perfect throw down into the depths of filth, despair & stench. Gone were my discarded materials like a pair of designer sunglasses on your beach vacation, never to be seen or heard from again. I slowly walked back home, enjoying both the warmth of the sun on my face, and the stretch of muscles in my legs from walking. I quickly ascended the stairs, army like quickness, left, right, left, right, to my front door. I opened the door, turned on some music and sat down on the couch, content.