Dusk stole 
across the park grass
Thinning behind winter tree branches
yellow orange striped candy colours
sunset lowering on the horizon,
still and crisp air
resting on park and playground
Friend’s children climbing rope 
tetrahedron
Shouts to Dad
This is a spaceship, a mountain
a dream...

As we clambered down
hit the swing for one last time,
For the fifteenth repeat
I was asked, “Can we fly the kite?”
I glanced to the zipped backpack
Leaning against park picnic bench
With a rainbow skin and spars
poking from the top.

I pointed out the lack of wind
No moving branches
no twitch of twigs
Distracted them with flying science
about helicopters and blades
Birds and wings
Even pointed out starlings perched
dark blobs in naked branches,
And then suddenly
I realised
if the children run
dragging the kite to height - win, win
The kite will fly - sort of
                         - sort of fun
The boys will become more tired... 

How often do we think 
the wind is not there? 

Run with the kite!

Starting Thoughts: Flying (or not) a kite with the grandchildren leads to thinking about how we encounter the Holy Spirit.
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