Recycle

He picked up the empty can up from the sidewalk and was about to toss it into the overflowing trash can then thought twice about it. He held on to it and passed a mother chattering to her son before finding a recycling bin inside the doorway of a run-down Chinese restaurant. He suddenly felt mighty good for doing that, more than what most people would do without a thought, if they even bothered to pick up the can without muttering. Right on cue, a cloud shifted to reveal the sunlight shining down on him. He felt if he could hear a little better, he might hear cherubim singing hallelujah. With a little jaunt to his step now, he whistled as he continued down the street.