Saturday, September 30, 2006

A near-beautiful scene

I'm looking across the river now. The tide is very low, so the other side very near to me. It looks almost like a huge sandbar, because it normally should be covered in water. It's always been pretty low, but I don't remember being able to see this much land before. On the sandbar/shore, there are about 8 horses just roaming free, a few people on bikes, a group sitting on the ground while a dog sits nearby. A van sits in the middle of the land, bringing up all kinds of question on how it got there and it's purpose for being there. Scattered throughout the shore is thousands upon thousands of pieces of litter. All multicolored and spread evenly like sprinkles on a cupcake. It'd almost be beautiful if it weren't so depressing.

I see a glimmer of hope for a minute though. There's two old women with bags picking up the garbage. There is hope in the world. But then another thought hits me, which is probably correct. I can't really tell, but I'm guessing they are not doing an incredibly thorough job. They pick up the pieces of garbage that they can recycle and turn in for money, and leave the rest. There's a few women on our block that thoroughly inspect our garbage several times a day for this reason. They take what they want, and leave the rest.

They don't have a good spirit, or working for someone who does, or even working for the city that wants to clean up the river. They are just the amazing force that is the invisible hand. God Bless Capitalism.

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