Kite Flying as Metaphor

Tomorrow will be 14 years since Erin and I met on a first date.

A kite flies best when someone keeps it anchored against the air currents. Let go of the tether, and a kite flutters away and drifts to the ground.

I’m the kite dancing with wind, stretching high. Erin is the boy holding the string that frees me to soar. On becalmed days, Erin runs – creating the airflow holding me aloft.

In the sky, I feel peace, connection, freedom, awe.

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