directly opposite my granny's is now a large open field with entirely too many kites encircling the area. the skies look infested with freak birds. its perpetually windy and good for kite dragging flying

cousin tilts head to 180degrees, talented or what.

field speckled with puny pple, and the pinkish hues in the sky is not the effect of my lousy 2mp camera. tadpole kite is ours.

we want kites with lights!

happy just to stand in the big open space, against the wind and watch them run about.

Pain throws your heart to the ground

Love turns the whole thing around

No it won't all go the way it should

But I know the heart of life is good