In a lonely park I sit upon a bench waiting for your meeting to end. For duty to once again be satisfied.
While there I happen to notice a beautiful kite flying upon the wind. Within its brightly colored patterns I see myself… bobbing and weaving… caught up in a comforting embrace it danced in a joyous freedom.
Entranced I watched… soon I became aware of a small figure in control of the kite. His blue eyes lit up in the joy he felt… his small fists clutched tightly upon his beautiful treasure.
Suddenly out of nowhere a burst of wind came and the kite found his freedom dancing away seeminly unaware of the pain its sudden departure would cause…
Startled I felt your warm hand upon my arm. My lifeline… so solid and true. Tying me firmly with love.
