It was a midsummer evening,
The plunging waves kissed the pale peach horizon,
I stood at the beach watching the kites dance in the sky.
My first-ever kite was borne away by the wind.
However, the storm struck in time,
And brought back my kite.
I could never recollect the colour of the kite nor the colour of his eyes.
But I could tell he fought the wind,
For this eight year old to smile.
Thoughts & travel 