Today it's the rusty pine needles flecking the tar covered street and pointing every which way that signal a new season soon will cool my morning walk. Hidden alongside the curb a coke can and pale spent prophylactic trigger memories of front seat romances that never erupted. Luckily I didn't know then what I know now. I would have wasted more of what I had been given trying in earnest to waste more of what I had been given.