Yesterday I witnessed a kite flying above the highway I was driving on. As it got near, it became apparent to me that the kite was not being flown by anyone. It was, in actuality, flying itself; the connecting line caught on a nearby lamp post.
It hung in the sky, gently supported by the wind. Climbing and diving across the clear blue background, the tiny, bright yellow spot maneuvered through the air with all the skill of an expert pilot.
I thought, "How fortunate that someone who lost their kite was able to, knowingly or unknowingly, create such a wonderful moment." A moment that could only last as long as the wind chose to keep it there.
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