In the sky. Among the clouds. A kite at rest, still. A child’s kite.
On it’s back, a child.
A kite at rest, still. Something even our fine-feathered friends are incapable of achieving, this child’s kite in the sky with its passenger, unmoving. A point of stillness in the vast heavens.
Only a slight breath-like ripple on its skin------the wind’s breathing holding the kite aloft. This kite, any kite…...This kite with a child’s hand holding its long line of string stretching back down to earth. The child perched there riding on the kite’s back wide-eyed with the fabulously new perspective of earth, the earth embraced in a child’s mind. Astride a kite, kite and child, a still point in the sky.