There's nothing like flying a kite. I don't know why, but it's like flying vicariously or something. I love it so much and it doesn't get old, no matter how many years go by. And it seems that everyone in my family loves to fly kites too. My beautiful sister-in-law requested a kite flying day for her birthday. Yesterday, in fact, (when this photo was taken), we spent the early evening sending our kites into the heavens (they did not always stay there) and watched them dance in the wind (until they crashed down and I spent an hour untangling the mess) and laughed and danced with them. I think it's because for a minute or two, we feel our smallness in the vastness of the sky and we feel like for a moment we've harnessed the wind and we're part of it all. Maybe my wishful thinking? Probably, but hey, I'm trying to verbalize joy and it's an elusive thing--that's what pictures are for right? So you tell me . . . w...