2006
In a windy winter morning, a black plastic bag flied up high outside my window, danced in the frozen air freely. A tall tree was jealous of this happy plastic bag, so it reached out its branches and caught the bag. Poor little plastic bag used all its energy wrestling with the branches, fighting for its freedom. Yet, it failed. This little plastic bag is still outside my window, with its broken clothes, between the branches with no freedom.
