cloud

Bags full of recycled plastic bottles are piled and bundled up into a large mass on a trolley. The whole thing looks like a cloud walking on the ground, you cannot see the one who pushes it if you stand in front of it. The old woman pushes it with the perseverance of an insect taking care of the basic needs. She does not have to see the road, everybody would give in and step away. She crosses the road, meets an obstacle, pushes harder, one, two, three, not until the motorcycle rider gives out a loud cry does she stop to check what's going on. The motorcycle is waiting to take a left turn in the middle of the road. After some indecipherable curses or complaints, the rider moves away. The old woman resumes to push on, to where the cloud can be sold in exchange of a few coins like raindrops from the sky.