Hope

It’s quick and dark like a summer storm. But it’s without a doubt that behind the clouds there’s skies blue and wide, perfect for the kite’s flight. Strong winds lift and carry to heights unimagined, for the children’s delight. “Oh”s and “Ah”s mark its trajectory and fingers snap hungrily in hope to capture the momentum. I’m priviledged to hold the powerful guiding strings. I’m not a master in disguise but merely part of the masterpiece. It makes my wheels turn.

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