thebeckybug

The Kite Festival happened this windy weekend at Zilker park. I, however, did not participate in the kite-flying festivities as I was already engaged with The Scandinavians and Their Furniture.

As I was driving home from the Ignoring Kites Emporium Amazingness I spotted a kite flying unusually high, and unusually far away from the Kite Fields.

On my way to work this morning I spotted the same solitary kite still flying. I was watching it in wonderment. It had swam through the tumultuous weather that pounded our skies last night.

That brave kite was still sailing high through the cloudy, windy, very cold front that landed on us through my lunch break. I started to wonder what the story behind this lone kits was, whose it was, and what was anchoring its tether. How would someone go upon looking for a lost kite. One that just flew away and tangled its kite string through a tree. How on earth could someone find what tree was holding it captive. Maybe it was caught in some power lines. I wondered if it’s family missed it. That navy blue kite with two long tails.

On my way home I hoped that the kite had not fallen or been found. I hoped that, though it was dark, I would be able to see it once again today. I could have sat and watched it all day. I had a furniture delivery to wait around pointlessly for instead. But the kite, it was waiting for me on the drive home. Its blue matching the impending darkness.
The tree, being blown around and frozen all up in this awful weather must be having some fun flying that kite. I hope it never realizes the festival was over last night.