Yesterday I saw a kite flying above the highway I was driving on. The attached line of string had become tangled onto a lamp post.
There it was. A tiny, bright yellow spot twirling in the wind, darting across a clear blue background, expertly maneuvered by its inanimate handler.
I thought, "How fortunate that someone who lost control of their kite was able to help create such a beautiful moment." A moment that could not last forever, but one that I hoped could.