I walk across the first half of the wooden bridge, pass the gazebo, cross the second half and come to my reflection spot; a dirt path to the right at the end of the bridge. \u00a0I realized that I have never set foot on this path even once since going to school here. \u00a0Now that I think of it, it is one of a few places that I have never fully explored on campus. \u00a0I decide to take a few steps up the path, until I get a good view of the portion of the lake cut off from rest by the bridge and gazebo.<\/p>\n
There is a thin layer of ice that stretches across this part of the lake. \u00a0From what I can see, it is currently the only part of the lake that seems to be icy. \u00a0The ice is pockmarked with cracks and holes. \u00a0Each of them individually seem to originate at a point, a single hole in the ice, and then branch out cracking in all directions. \u00a0They remind me of something, but I can’t place it at first. \u00a0Then it comes to me, an image washed in pink on an overhead projector in biology class. \u00a0They look like neurons.<\/p>\n
I look across the lake at the remnants of the snowfall on its banks. \u00a0Behind me into the forest I see trees with bare branches that seem to scrape the reddening sky. \u00a0They remind me again of those pink neurons, jutting out from the rigid trunks. \u00a0To the left of me across to the opposite bank are two willow trees; their drooping branches look stringy and dry. \u00a0Eventually my gaze falls inevitably upon the squarish object floating in the lake, trapped by the ice. \u00a0It is a familiar gray trash can that can be seen in almost every building on campus, and… it’s in the lake. \u00a0I can’t help but wonder how strange this is. \u00a0Seeing trash in the lake is bad enough, but seeing the thing that you put trash into in the lake? \u00a0That’s like littering to the second power.<\/p>\n
Something pops into my head, a bitter, sarcastic advertisement, a slogan, as well as the person who stupidly followed its direction:<\/p>\n
Westhampton Lake, not only a good place to dump\u00a0your<\/strong>\u00a0trash, but also a great place to dump\u00a0the\u00a0<\/strong>trash!<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I walk across the first half of the wooden bridge, pass the gazebo, cross the second half and come to my reflection spot; a dirt path to the right at the end of the bridge. \u00a0I realized that I have … Continue reading