Magic movement

Morning dawns, alarm clock signals the start of a work day. Shower complete, ready to face the day, time to head downstairs for breakfast...

I opened the front door to retrieve the newspaper, and was very surprised to find my trash barrel standing in the middle of the driveway, relatively close to the house with the lid sitting on the ground. How very odd; it's just after 6 o'clock, and I've never seen the trash picked up this early. As I picked up the paper, I realized that while the trash barrel was not where I left it last night - it had not yet been emptied.

Was that self-propulsion of an inanimate object? Not this time. The strong winds of yesterday continued throughout the night, performing magic tricks for morning delight.