Airflow at the Edge

The curtains parted with a quiet flutter! A steady, cool slipstream poured straight through the cracked glass frame. I rolled across the glossy white sill, tires humming softly against the painted wood. Right ahead, a potted jade plant offered the perfect windbreak. I tucked behind its thick, rounded leaves, letting the draft spin my propeller into a bright blur. From here, the entire street outside unfolds in giant rectangles and moving shapes!