The attic had been cleaned. Within the mounds of forgotten memories, a kite was found. A park, a warm summers day, and a grandson, awaits a grandmother, at its finding. Which of the two will get the most enjoyment of the day? The Child - that experiences only the moment? Or the grandmother, who realizes the moment he is now experiencing, will one day become the memory of his manhood.
How long since you have flown a kite? ~Lesa~
