THE DEVIL'S HOURS
A blood red dawn rises beyond the trees that line the road to Savage Canyon Landfill. A garbage truck lumbers up the street until it clears the trees and enters a vast wasteland of refuse and debris. Flocks of seagulls wheel overhead in the dawn light, scavenging for anything edible. The garbage truck rolls by a bulldozer with tank tracks, ready for another day of battle in an endless losing war.
