wind/bag

To tell the truth; wind scares me. Lots of wind. To get blown away. Destructive as it can be.

But light winds in the beginning of autumn I love. Carrying leaves and plastic bags. Moving the small things in their paths. Sometimes, the plasic bags get tilted high in the air, are taken for a gentile spin or carried over meters and meters of pavement. I wanted this in my house: The ruffle of wind in a plastic bag. Movement. Being carried away. Lightly!