Curling away from a trade wind, a breeze gathers strength and blasts into a very calm town, sending hats, wigs, homework, clocks, spoons, and even lines of type sailing into the sky. A tidy lad breathes it in, thinks of all the exciting places it has been, then shouts his name into it to carry away as it departs. Applying paint, pencil, bits of flowers, newspaper, and grass to ""the windiest-looking paper he could find,"" Karas captures the wind's--and the boy's--exuberance in swirls of simply drawn buildings, people, and small airborne objects. A cheeky, bracing take on a popular picture-book subject.