.little daylight.

flying

One afternoon, the little boy I worked with was ecstatic to see a group of children flying a giant kite. His fingers moved a little more clumsily than the rest, so he and I set up a second kite. The whole process of flying was taking a bit too long, so he gripped the string a couple feet from the kite and ran... giggles, chuckles, chortles, shrieks... he was flying in those flipping floating flopsing colorful tails