Sunday morning, the period of time after Saturday night, and I saw a beer bottle standing next to a tree at the edge of the sidewalk.

Brown beer bottle, brown tree trunk, I thought. If this were my neighborhood, I'd pick it up, I thought. I counted. I was three and a half blocks from the block where I lived, which seemed to be today's definition of my neighborhood.

Picked up the bottle, took it a block to the trash can with recyclying thingy on top. Put it there.