I can soar

Sahli made kits to celebrate those that made the first fires. It was a thoughtful gift, and one that got me to thinking. I felt as if I was that kite so high did my own spirit seem to be soaring that morning. The dawn was just a bit brighter, the day just a bit warmer even in the midst of winter, and the company of those I am close to just that much more welcome.

I have asked him if he will teach me to fly one of them, and he was good enough to agree to do so. It looks like it will be fun. I still cannot get the image of Fonce trying to peek around the large yellow kite out of my head. There is this big, wonderfully made, yellow kite in front of his face. Suddenly you see one of his eyes, about half his face, peeking first to one side, then the other, then trying to peek under it and over it. I could not help the laughter that brought forth. He was happy. I have rarely seen such a genuine smile on his face. It was a good morning. Yes, the soul CAN soar. Mine has.