It was one of those days. A survival day. And in the early afternoon survival turned to joy.
Perfect wind. Perfect sky. Perfect weather.
I put everything else out of my mind and accepted the call to play.
The boys flew that kite for close to an hour, keeping it up for stretches of 15 minutes at a time, playing with dives and recovery, switching off in flight, and enjoying the mechanics of the wind on the wings. And I just watched. And watched. Looked at their faces, the sky, the kite, the colours. There is so much beauty everywhere.
I need to lift my eyes more.
(These pictures aren't from that day. I didn't have the camera with me on that special afternoon, and I'm actually thankful for that. It let me engage and not just frame images. Dear Man took these photos a few days later when he, too, seized the moment.)
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