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It’s an odd thing, isn’t it, flying a kite. Once you get it aloft, once the wind lifts it away, all that’s left for you to do is stand still and let out the line. The kite hangs there, tethered to you by a length of string. You stand there tethered to the earth by gravity. And that’s it. That’s all there is to it.
What is kite-flying? It’s not a sport, it’s not a game, it’s not an amusement, it’s not exercise, it can’t be called ‘play.’ Flying a kite doesn’t make you laugh, it doesn’t quicken the pulse, it doesn’t make you giddy. A kite does this: it makes you smile.
What is kite-flying? It’s a reminder, isn’t it. A reminder of how easily we smile. A reminder that even the most complicated person can be made content by the simple application of paper, some laths of wood, a length of string, and a bit of a breeze. It’s an odd thing, flying a kite. Odd that something so straightforward and uncomplicated can give so much pleasure. But then again, we are an odd species. Flying a kite reminds us of that as well.
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