So I’m driving home this afternoon, and I was taking pictures (from the car – lol) of the storm that’s rolling in. I thought I was done with today’s picture.
I got home, parked in the garage, and heard this strange scraping sound from outside. I walked out there, thinking it was some kids playing, but didn’t see anyone. And in fact, it was quite eerie – there was literally not a single soul on my street, which is odd. Then this bag blew out from behind a bush, and started blowing down the street.
It was quite a weird experience; reminded me of a movie. And of course, I’m running down the street, trying to get a picture of the bag blowing. If someone was around, they’d probably wonder why I was taking a picture of it instead of picking it up and throwing it away!