Tucked away, in the recesses of our souls, we all have dreams. Sometimes we hold them aloft and our breath catches as we watch them soar. Four accounts of dreams coming true…,
A kite.
Relic of childhood peeping out from under a carton in the basement. Grasp pull unfold. Blow off the dust. Bring it to the window see the red and blue faded now but still cheerful.
Wait for a day of wind and sunshine stand at the top of a hill hold the kite aloft. A lift a gust of wind. Launch the kite into the air and then run! Run as fast as the breeze grip the string and watch the blue-and-red rectangle bob and climb and then fly fly through the sky.
A dream.
Relic of carefree days times when we felt our spirits lift and unfurl. Stored in the basement of our minds waiting to be grasped pulled unfolded.
Blow off the dust. Bring it to the window see the colors and shades marvel at the beauty forgotten.
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