Flying a Kite

The downs came for a visit today. Usually, I act like there's a religious affiliated person at my door and duck and cover, pretending I'm not home but today they caught me off guard. I not only answered the door, I invited them in. There they were sitting on my couch, drinking my coffee and reading my newspaper - quite comfy, I might add - too comfy. Had my dog not barked, I might not have noticed their tentacles slipping about my ankles. Just in time, I jumped and dislodged them. I quickly put on my sneakers and hurried out the door just ahead of their grasp. "So where to?" I asked myself. The answer came and I busied myself in the garage. Within ten minutes I was on the road. As I turned into Canyon View Park, I noticed the wind picking up nicely - good, I thought. I parked and opened up the back of my Highlander. I grabbed my spirit attached it to the string and sent it soaring into the rapturous gusts. After a few slams into the ground, a minor adjustment and a piece of torn sheet, I was flying again and this time I stayed up. My kite danced and played amongst the slivered clouds and last falls final leaves. The sun warmed and the wind cooled, such a nice balance and so it was that I was rebalanced. Moral of the story: when the downs come for a visit, go fly a kite.