The sunlight is bright and warm, casting my own shadow on the path. Suddenly, a gust of wind stops me at the crossing. Half of my hair flies in the air and then covers my face that I can’t even see the traffic light. I go across the street hardly by listening to the sound of the button. While walking, I find the shadow of my head is like a giant dandelion which is so fluffy and is moving with the wind. On the opposite side of the street, there are another two ‘victims’ of wind who are more embarrassed than me. These two girls are walking two dachshunds that each of them is holding one rope, and the dogs are running so fast and excitedly. They try to pull the rope with only one hand and use the another hand to push the long hair from their faces. However, the strength of one hand is clearly not enough to control the energetic dogs so they are forced to trot after their pets.