As a kid, I would stare up in the sky watching the clouds drift by and think about what it would be like as a bird riding the wind for hours and watch the earth below. I imagined a silent world with only wind in my ears.
Today we attended the Family Kite Flying event at the small Nacogdoches Airport grounds. As we drove up, I first noticed the huge long catepillar kite swaying gently in the wind. It was tied to the bumper of a jeep and received a little extra lift from another kite flying higher above it. The catepillar kite seemed alive as it descended slowly and swayed back up with the breeze, its legs bouncing along with the change.
There were other kites, small and large. The kids were having the best time and the greater success at keeping their kites in the air. We on the otherhand, gave up after several tries with our kite. At first we thought it needed a tail, then we thought the tail was not long enough, then perhaps the tail was too heavy. Jeff patiently tried every possible combination of preparing our kite for lift off, only to have it bank to the left and dive right to the ground. It is an old kite. We saved it from older days--pre-hurricane times. We enjoyed watching the colorful toy story, owl, panda, flying saucer, and other kites riding the wind. There was also colorul flags, face painting, races, snow cones, and music.
What is my fascination with kite flying? I think maybe it my way of enjoying flying, but still being firmly planted on the ground.
