Up Up and Away

I've been promising Jonah that as soon as we had a sunny and windy day that wasn't too cold, we'd head down to the airstrip to fly a kite. Considering the season, this promise has been a long time coming. But I deemed today was the day; the combination of sun and warm clear skies was too much to pass up, especially in late winter. So we trudged down Blossom Lane to the Sky Valley airstrip to fly a kite on a completely windless day. The airstrip windsock was totally limp and still. Undaunted, we began or rather I began running, unspooling string behind me, thinking if I jumped a bit now and again, the non-existant wind might catch the kite. The nearby horses snorted hilariously and ran around their paddocks as if imitating me. Thinking this was a game, Fela began to chase me and the fluttering kite tails, nipping at my heels and growling. All the while, Jonah stood as still as the wind, smiling. I thought, maybe if I shrieked a bit, the wind might respond. So I began running AND jumping AND shrieking. The kite took a nose dive and I was left with a string cut on my fingers. This happened many many times. Finally the neighborhood girls came over and told me to get off the runway as their Dad was expected to fly in any moment. I think they wanted to put me out of my misery or perhaps they were tired of watching my antics. Either way, we had had loads of fun and as we turned to head home, I could hear myself say, "Now Jonah, as soon as we have a sunny and VERY windy day that isn't too cold, we'll come out and fly again!"