Go fly a kite

by hillarymay

I could … fly a kite. Sail a boat on the Potomac. Let my hair down. Wear a twirl skirt.  Stand on the roof and watch the trees sway beneath me. Drink an ice-cold pop. Sit very still and feel the wind against my skin. Fly blissfully away holding an umbrella. Because it’s just THAT windy.

And I had a hearty laugh today while watching a group of 20 bundled up two-year-olds wobbling obediently in a straight line while holding a rope. My heart melted instantaneously.