This weekend we went to the Kite Festival in a nearby park. Watching all those kites brought back memories of being a child and flying kites with my dad. How exciting it was when the kite went so high in the sky. Trying to imagine what it would be like to touch the clouds. I loved the feeling of the wind’s power dancing through the string into my little hands. Spring, to me, means wild breezes that come and go, and kids laughing, out of breath from getting their kites to defy gravity.
Kite DaysA kite, a sky, and a good firm breeze,And acres of ground away from trees,And one hundred yards of clean, strong string -O boy, o boy! I call that spring!
- Mark Sawyer