It's not the wind, it's what the wind is blowing

The 60-mph winds were howling when I went out for my run yesterday. Unfortunately for our neighborhood, it was trash pickup day. I observed the vast majority of trash cans knocked down on their sides, some in the middle of the street, with the previous contents now spilled and spread around. I observed all the other cans with their lids opened from the wind, and debris flying out of them. In short, it was a garbage-a-rama.

Someone once observed this about strong storms: It's not the wind, it's what the wind is blowing! And this was the case for this run. I was lucky to not be hit by anything.