There was a lovely breeze blowing through life late summer. It had been a while, but I dug out my old kite, cleaned it up, and hauled it out to the field with hope. The wind snatched up what I offered, and together, we streaked the sky with ribbons of color. Then, the breeze vanished as quickly as it appeared, a familiar Irish goodbye. Kites and hopes plummeted. While a lift of air can be manufactured, one can’t run or hold the tension long before the joy is as silent as the trees. Our surrender slowly descends to the ground, laying the adventure to rest.
As we carry it all home, twisting string ‘round in anticipation, we savor the unexpected delight of the breeze and adventure. And we promise, with a dash of childlike naivete and hope, to keep our kites ready for the next breeze to come. #hope#delight
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