KITE

This is not one of those kites you already know. It’s the story of something that rises toward the sky while keeping its roots deep in the ground.

Have you ever compared yourself to a kite? Have you ever wanted to love someone far above, connected only by an invisible thread tied to your roots? It’s not an easy thing to do.

I had never really felt the wind brushing against my face before. Life works the same way, doesn’t it? Everything we once overlook gains meaning the moment it enters our orbit. Until that day, I never realized how peaceful the wind could feel.

Now, I’ve tasted that wind and found myself drawn to the sky — a sky that tells a different story by day and by night. We once called this feeling a kite, didn’t we?

A kite stays safe in the hands of the one who holds its string, yet it also finds its freedom as it rises higher. While you drift through the air, I stand below, watching. No matter how far you go, I still hold the string in my hands.

The wind hits my face, and I can feel you there. It’s as if my roots share in your freedom.

Being up there must be frightening. In Greek mythology, Icarus is described as someone who flew too close to the sun and fell, not because of fear, but because of desire. Love is similar — risky, yet irresistible. As you open your wings to the sky, I watch you through the kite string, never allowing you to disappear.

When the strings are lost, there’s always a branch for the roots to cling to, and for the one who drifts, there’s always a harbor to return to. Each new day brings the quiet excitement of another flight — the calm confidence that comes from moving with the wind without losing control.

Perhaps we shouldn’t expect more from a kite. Yet, somehow, it captures what it means for two people to be connected — one rising toward freedom, the other grounding that flight with love.

Your kite finds its freedom in my roots.