The Kite Maker

Do you remember when you were a kid, flying kites ? On windy days, you barely needed to run with the kite, you just threw it into the air and watched as it twisted in the breeze. Other times, on less perfect kite days, you had to run with your kite and almost will it to fly. But the excitement was in getting it into the air, and seeing how high you could make it go.

Yesterday, was a perfect kite day. It was sunny and warm and there was a relaxing breeze that seemed willing to embrace the company of kites in the sky.

I sat in the park most of the afternoon. It was there that I met the community kite maker. This older gentleman came and sat beside me on the picnic table and proceeded to make a half a dozen small kites. They were made out of plastic bags, sticks and string, all of which he pulled out of his small bag. As he finished each one, he hung them around the park for other people to enjoy. He seemed to be well known and well liked at the park, and lots of people volunteered to fly his kites. It was an interesting afternoon, and reminded me of kite adventures in my childhood I had forgotten.

To the kite maker, thanks for the conversation and for sharing your creations with all those that crossed your path.