The Big Green Bin

Glory prizes abound when your heart shines like the sun. But let's not get too gushy here. Or cheesy. Or tacky. Let's get real: you are your own best motor, pluggging along towards a fostering joy. These are facts not whimsies. (I speak of whimsies in earlier texts, when I observed fairies clinging to your earlobes [if you only knew!].) it's been a warm summer day in Seattle, sure, and yes, I HAVE been in the garden most of the day, cleaning gutters and pulling up grass my girlfriend isn't a fan of. These labors lie along a path that leads to a happiness. The grim grime and flat-out guck, you find it between the beauty. You raise it up and tops it into the big green bin, amazed at the path you've found right outside your doorstep.