Yeah, it was a bad analogy. I always thought that kid was was a total creep-o and indeed, the trash bag blowing in the wind WAS just some stupid trash blowing in the wind. In fact, it was windy here today and I saw all kinds of crap floating around.
But my point was supposed to be that I had a "moment" and I wanted to share it, but after writing it out I felt kind of like a pretentious doucher like the American Beauty guy. But regardless, it's how I felt in the moment, and of course you can feel that way anywhere at anytime when you see something that just strikes you like that. For me, it just happens most often here in Japan because it's such a unique country that's history is just so completely different from where I grew up.
But hey. Sometimes I just sit and stare at my toy shelf. Or flip through my favorite art books. Thankfully I don't always cry at such things, but like the thread title says, sometimes I find amazing beauty in the things around me and I ****ing marvel at it.
Sometimes it's an old Japanese temple, sometimes it's a hundred year old painting, and sometimes it's the way the sunlight hits just the right way to make an amazing shadow off a naked chick's perky nips.
Sure I have Top 5 hottest girls I'd like to to date, Asian being #1... but seriously... the way America stripped Imperial Japan and made their War culture die I'd rather live in Feudal Japan and have a Tom Cruise moment than be in trendy, oppai, anime land (Sorry crows no jest on waifu). As a kid I grew up with Godzilla, reading Japanese culture, but in essence what I love is their past not present. And funny thing is every time I watch Godzilla, I'm rooting for him rather than Japan. 
