As I walked to the school, I left behind piles of unopened mail and dirty dishes.  I stepped outside into the late November sunshine, relishing a reprieve from cold northerly winds, and walked along the edge of the sidewalks.  The growth and life that was abundant a short few weeks ago is now almost asleep.

Without ground cover, the garbage is more visible.  Broken bags catch on naked branches, coffee cups do rings around the street, but one tiny shiny bird nests on the stony ground. Life among the refuse.