Thanks, Tashy, for that great post! I love you, I love all of you.
I one time had a kite. On one cloudy, windy day, I went out to fly it at the old Navajo elementary school yard. That dusty, patchy piece of ground. After I got my kite aloft, these junior high kids came out and took over my kite-flying because, I suppose, they didn't have one. They were nice to me at first, impressed with my kite. They said they wanted to try and innocent me, I let them. They paid out all the line until the kite to my little boy eyes was nigh unto the clouds, so high that it was but a mere red and white diamond flapping and flitting in that gray sky. Then they left. They left me there, me, all of six or seven, to wind in the string. The day wore on and I kept winding the string. That afternoon, once a lovely overcast, was now somehow darker to this little boy for there they stood, afar off watching me reeling and reeling while they laughed. That day, the exhilaration of kite flying was grounded by my first visit with cruelty. I nearly forgot about that day until Kite Runner.
Why does God make windy days? For kids with kites.
Hondo
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I have done some mean things in my life and I don't know the reasons why except that it appeased the moment. They were ideas with purpose, things I didn't understand but carried out, and I even after all these years still can't make sense of them. Perhaps, then, that is what the wind is, a collection of confusion, unsaid things, lost apologies, and secrets.
windy days: a passing phase in a link to other days of rain, snow, and calm sunny afternoons.
I've always wanted a fight with kites. I wonder if they used razors?
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