I asked, “are you being paid to clean this place up?”
“No. We just want to. This place is much too beautiful to trash.”
“I swam here as a child,” said the older gentleman. His eyes twinkled and he smiled broadly revealing a missing tooth.
“There used to be a beach here,” said the other gentleman.
“Thank you for doing this.” I said. “You inspire me.”
The rest of the way home, I pondered my idea of inviting a group of children to meet regularly to pick up trash and plant flowers.
Yes. Absolutely. I will do that.