There was this pile of insulation,
This full trash barrel,
This jumble of rental skis,
The upended rental ski rack, aka the lobster trap,
And the floor looking -- believe it or not -- cleaner than usual.
A faint tinge of a funky brown reek hangs in the air. Much of the wood in this building is more than a century old. The newer stuff has still absorbed grunge for many decades.
The crew from upstairs carried away the pile of insulation and the trash barrel today. They seem thoughtful and chastened.
I'm really glad we don't have gas lines up there. I'm pretty sure we don't, anyway.