There’s a scene in the movie “American Beauty” where the boy from across the street who loves shooting movies, Ricky, shows Jane his favorite movie, and it’s a piece of paper caught in a mild wind vortex of some kind dancing gently around in front of a brick wall. He tells her it went on like this for a long time.
For some reason that scene stuck with me.
I was thinking about it and other times I've happened upon oddly beautiful things in unexpected places as I was jotting this down.
i think That is the beauty of American Beauty: a plastic bag dancing in the wind.