The moontower at the corner of 41st and Speedway sits across the street from a charming duplex with a not-so-charming dumpster located conspicuously by the front curb. The first to walk out of the duplex is a young man in his late 20's. Today is beautiful - the first nice day in weeks. Inside his apartment, though, is a disaster. Since the cold has lifted, that dumpster doesn't seem quite so far away as it did in the freezing rain. His trash can is so full he doesn't risk removing the bag. He carries the entire thing to the dumpster, clearly focusing on not spilling a single one of the precariously perched items brimming from the plastic bin. Soon the door to apartment A opens again, his girlfriend is close behind him with another bag of trash and their overflowing, royal blue recycling bin wedged under her left arm. Apparently, taking out the trash wasn't nearly as important as staying dry and warm this week. As she arrives with her cargo, the couple exchange a quick kiss, mission accomplished. Apartment A is trash-free.
Meanwhile apartment B is doing some purging of it's own. An older man carrying a stuffed white trash bag and his recycling bin approaches the dumpster. The younger man greets his neighbor and helps toss the trash bag into the rusting bin. A conversation is started. The exchange is jovial and warm, the cold weather has kept the typically social neighbors from their daily chats. Used to running into each other at the mailbox they joke about meeting at thier graffiti-ridden dumpster. The three are smiling and the conversation continues. The group walks together back to the duplex, the older man invites the couple into his home to finish catching up. All three enter apartment B and close the door.
A short while later another couple emerges from the bungalo next door each carrying a recyling bin and a bag of trash, the cold was too much for them as well. The warmer weather has convinced them to emerge as well. This house shares the dumpster with the duplex, and upon arrival they notice the overflowing bin. They stack their recyling bins with the rest and pile their contribution into the awaiting recepticle. Another neighbor jogs past and they wave, but this time no one stops to chat. The sun is setting and a chill is setting in. The woman wraps her coat a little tighter and as they turn back to their home her husband puts his arm around his wife.