On Flying Kites
I was outside today putting water in the van. Nikki seems to be thristy these days. While I was doing this I had the opportunity to observe some of my neighbors attempting to fly kites. Now it's not a windy day where I am, so I thought to my self they will never get that kite up. I watched them run, and drag the kite around with no success. Then an elderly neighbor came out, and held the kite up while they others ran. The first time it seemed not to work, but the second or third time the breeze caught the kite and lifted it from the old mans hand. The others standing around clapped and cheered. The old man had such a look of joy on his face. You could see the memories of his own kite flying adventures shifting across time, and through is eyes. Of late I have found beauty in the simplest of things. Joy in the smaller moments of time. I'm not looking for the big huge joys all the time anymore. Just enjoying what there is around me to enjoy. I think when I get paid again, I'm going to go get a kite and some string. See if I can remember what it is to fly a kite.