Mirrors & Conversations

Kites.
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"Ever felt like your kite was heavier than the air?"

"It's been a while since I've gone out to fly a kite. Don't think I've gone since being a child..."

"Do you remember the exhilaration of running down a hill with your kite chasing after you, strings tighthly bound around your little hands, occasionally turning around to follow its movements and then suddenly - suddenly it lifted. Like a baby bird recklessly fluttering its wings against the wind, learning how to fly."

"I remember my father would always tell me 'run faster, run faster son!' so it would lift quicker."

"I remember it so well. I would watch it rise from behind me. I thought one day it would lift me up with it too. I stared into the sun and lost sight of my kite. But I felt the strings in my hands, I knew I still held it. I knew my kite was up there somewhere, lapping the shores of Heaven."

"You always see things so poetically..."

"It's just that something brought those times back to mind. I remember those times when I still dared to believe in something bigger than myself. That there was a world out there my kite would communicate with. When it had spent enough time in the sky, it would ease its way down and whisper to me what it had seen, what it had heard.

I think that if I went back to fly my kite, it would fall through the air. Lifting, for a moment, flying, and suddenly crashing against the hard earth; its frame needing mending.

Suppose it will take me some time to learn how to fly it again."