No matter what we think we know from posts etc, it is only one dimension, no facial expressions, no body language, just people trying to elicit a response.
IRL I listen more than I talk. Of course I do not talk that much here either!
My dad built boring kites that soared immediately and stayed aloft for hours. Mine crashed repeatedly and would stagger bqck into the sky stuck together with spit and hairpins.
lie back on the wind let it take you high and swoop you down to near disaster, terminal velocity a heart held in your mouth, then up again so high again straining to be free tugging twine that pinches fingers till they bleed, a tiny sacrifice when weighed against the thrill of flight, dodging all the tails and tangles, running people, fragile papers splitting colours splashed across the sky, dry rainbows jumping, falling , swooping, calling every child of every age to look up mouth open, look up and gasp to see a riot underneath the clouds creatures of the air that roar and whistle as they fly, their manmade tails whipping shards of glass to slice the cords let other kites go free to tumble slowly to a shatter on the grass of the savannah bleeding shreds of paper splinters of bamboo, of balsa shorn of glory now. a kite must fly must lean upon the wind and soar, to speak its meaning.
Every Easter Sunday there is a huge kite flying competion at the Garrison Savannah with prizes for the largest, smallest, prettiest, highest flying. there have been 'kite stands' popping up all over the last few days, at the side of the highway, in supermakets. encouraging everyone to go out and fly a kite. In the nicest of all possible ways. Happy Easter
RE: Last Day
No one else had posted yet when i hit reply! Drives me crazy...I hit submit and there is practically a whole page done!I used to type really fast six weeks ago!