Jun. 7th, 2011

I brought my kite down to the beach. Others were already there, barefoot, holding tethered boxes and straining deltas, tails flapping in the breeze. I got my kite out.

Despite the posted warnings, I let my kite off the line. It joyfully leaped skywards, twisting and bucking, smelling other kites, skimming the surf. Kites want to be free. It's a shame a few rogue kite attacks led to these draconian laws.

"Hey," shouted a man, "do you mind?" My kite scudded away, leaving a steaming pile of bamboo and twine on the sand.

"Sorry," I called, reaching for my baggie.

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