The wind started slow that day. The breeze was light and our efforts did little more than jiggle in the air. We kept at it, unwinding the string as it went.
It was when the sky turned gold that our efforts began to show. The wind picked up, and our kite with it.
Red, yellow, orange and blue.
I heard my son scream. “Higher daddy, higher!”
We took it higher the kite flew until it became one with the hues of the sky.
It soared above and we watched from below.It glowed with our love: red, yellow, orange and blue.
When was the last time you spent with your kite?
I pulled mine out for the first time in ten years – old, weathered and worn.
It was still my kite. It was awkward at first but then it came back.
It moved exactly like I remembered and it left me thinking…
…How had I forgotten?
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