Driving to work one crisp morning, I saw a home whose front yard had been rolled. Though I know, from experience, it is a mess to clean up, I still found it endearing. The graceful flowing of the toilet paper blowing in the wind caused me to circle the block and stop to watch it. Having once been a toilet paper roller myself, I appreciated the symmetry and job-well-done of this display. As with everything these days, I took a phone pic.
In hindsight, I wish I would have taken a video, to relive the gentle wind movement.
That brings up a whole other philosophical question: is there anything without regret?
Guess we’ll just have to use our imagination to mimic the wind, like we did in the old days. Enjoy!
