Feet buried deep in the soft sand
Face turned to the warm breath of air skittering across the ocean,
An insistent sun smiling down on me,
I lift my arms, letting fly all my worries
Tied tight to the tail of a paper dragon
Released into the wind, to float away
Leaving me carefree and at peace
this made me smile and remember how the sand felt (just last week) and the sun warmed from the outside in. Being carefree is a wonderful feeling.
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I’m waiting for the beach crowds to finally thin out so I can get back out there. I need a kite. We used to fly them all the time when our kids were younger. It really is a wonderful, carefree feeling.
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yes, I can imagine when things are quiet and that beach is deserted that the kite flies with joy. You too!🙂
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What I really want to do is kite surf. I watch people skipping across the waves, pulled by huge kites, and it looks like they are flying… without actually being airborne.
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now that I can SEE you doing, that would be the perfect way to fly a kite.🙂
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A restaurant close by has kites strewn over its ceilings. It’s whimsical and lovely.
Thanks for sharing.
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Wonderful poem! Kites are beautiful.
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A breath of fresh air! Absolutely lovely!
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If only it was that easy …
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Ah, that’s lovely. I love kites. I used to decorate with them almost exclusively. I still have two, on on my ceiling (a box kite) and another on my wall (a fish)
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