Striding along the street, leaning into the wind, plastic bag in hand felt like trying to control a moving spinnaker without the aid of a mast. Great time to be alive. There was surprisingly little litter along the way only two bags full. As the wind pushed then pulled, extra streets were added to the route and joy increased. How much better to have faced the weather and survived than to have sat motionless in front of a computer screen while the same time crawled past.