The shadow is fleeting in the blazing afternoon sun. I look up in time to see the giant kite turn and rush away from the beach where I am standing. I’m momentarily confused until I see him zip past me, flitting across the top of the waves. Then he is airborne, high in the sky as his yellow, blue and black kite dips and soars in response to his command He is a wizard. Small, wiry and looking like he was born with those wings. His passion is palpable. And beautiful.
