The moment you touch the rim of the bottle to throw it away, you can see the shake hands holding it. Drunk. You assume. You’ve seen it before. Lot of beer can and bottle get left by drunks. You don’t mind cleaning up. It’s like people watching the past. But this. This is old. The path you see through the eyes of the former owner of the bottle is unmarked. The owner didn’t walk on the hiking trails but through the forest. Perhaps they weren’t public yet. The bottle is lifted toward the owners mouth. Emptying it. Now holding it down. The bottle in one hand while the former owner tries to undo his pants!? Oh. Ew.
You drop the bottle. It’s rained since then you’re sure. But you’re not picking that up again, you decide as you did in your bad for hand sanitizer.