I enjoyed this too. Plastic bags drifting in a wind will always be connected to a British programme called The League of Gentlemen. I can relate to this feeling as well. I wrote a poem called Feather in which I say I feel like "A slave to the breeze." Critically, the clipped lines work well, but they don't exactly make me think of anything soaring in an updraft, but changing it would totally change the feel of the piece.