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look at the kite with pride, turning it over from back to front and then again. It is so light. The wind
will definitely take it. I walk out the back of the garden and stand, holding it in the air. I imagine that
the wind will lightly take it from my hands and I’ll watch it soar into the clear blue. I imagine who will
see it. I might not know who they are, but that means that someone knows that I am here. (That’s
contact, isn’t it?). Maybe I’ll inspire a legion of kites in the city, hovering above the world. Making the
sky shift away from blue to a multitude of colours. Each kite a proof of life. They might bump into
each other. (Definitely contact).
I stand ready. I lift the kite. Wait. There is no wind. I stand for another hour just to be sure. Wait.
There is no wind. I decide to tie the string to a broken piece of piping jutting out of my wall. I pull the
kite out onto the grass. It lies there. Useless. I’m disappointed, but my mind is moving onto other
things and I leave it there. Maybe I should have connected the string to the bottom of the kite. But
it feels like a lot of work to redo it. I’ll let it wait for the wind for a few days. (I don’t need to be here
all that time). I go back into the house.
I wake up in the garden again. Standing. It’s raining. Heavily. I’m soaking wet. Lightning flashes
and within seconds thunder breaks above me. I like it. I can see why my subconscious brought me
outside for this. It hasn’t rained since before. But it’s not just for the rain that I am here. I look up.
The kite is shooting across the dark sky. I’m sure I can make out its shape. Lightning again.
(Definitely the kite). Thunder again. The kite is flying. Flying without me holding onto it. I worry it is
trying to get away, but I’ve tied it down well. It’s circling, going round and round and round. In one
flash it’s there, in the next it’s somewhere else. Like it jumped from one place to the other. In and
out of time. I can just follow it in the alternating darkness and flashes, and I hope the storm never
ends. I don’t know how long I’ve been here but, eventually, I get dizzy watching it and I look away.
I see the streetlight on the other side of the wall. It’s burning its brightest. Then it goes out.
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