Monday, October 24, 2011

The Best Kite Of All

Two weeks ago we drove to the Oregon Coast for an overnight stay.  As we entered the town of our destination I spied a sign that read: ‘Kite Festival – nine to four’.  That day and the next.  A glance at the clock in the car told us that the festival has just ended so we thought we had missed it.  Checking in at our motel and getting ourselves settled a bit didn’t take long.  We were anxious to head to the festival area and take a look.  Was it possible that some of the kites would still be there?  Since it was along the way to our favorite chowder restaurant no harm would be done if we didn’t see a thing as we passed by the staging area.  As we approached the parking lot it was obvious that there were still kites in the air.PA081188We stepped out of our car and moved toward the walkway above the beach. . . and then I saw it!  It was big.  Gigantic.  Round and filled with color.  I had never seen anything like it before! PA081190Moving toward the end of the walkway and finding a spot where I could get closer I suddenly felt as if I had been transported to a new realm of fascination.  It danced and it twirled – gracefully lifting and falling with the wind.PA081193It was anchored in the sand.  No one seemed to be in charge of its movements.  There it was - just a beautiful big rainbow of color.  The weather was just right – a perfect day to fly a kite.PA081201We got a little closer and then we walked along the beach in the opposite direction.  Often I found myself turning around to see where this beauty might be.  And then we went back to see it again.  It was still there, drawing the attention of everyone who stopped by.PA081203 At times the wind lifted it up high. . .PA081223
And when the wind died down it drifted down to touch the sand again.PA081219It was impressive.  No doubt about that.  Up and down.  All around.  But it wasn’t the kite that captured my heart most of all that day.  Just a ways away – totally oblivious to the attraction of the giant kite – stood a very small boy.  His little hand tightly held the string of a simple, little kite flying high overhead.  His sweet face was filled with pride and he smiled because in his heart he knew what I knew - his kite was, by far, the ‘best’ kite of all!PA081259

8 comments:

  1. This brought tears to my eyes, dear friend. Anything that reminds me of how much God loves his little children always makes me cry.
    Please see my post for tomorrow..it runs along the lines of God's love for little ones. :))
    xoxo bj
    O, and the big, round rainbow one is just flat AWESOME..:))

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  2. Aww...how sweet. You painted a beautiful story with your words, Adrienne!
    Thanks for popping in to see me.
    Be a sweetie,
    Shelia ;)

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  3. I really enjoyed this! I have never seen a round kite either! The story of the little boy was so sweet!

    Katherine

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  4. So sweet! His was the best kite of all!

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  5. beautiful circular kite! but the little boy's was, yes, the best of all. so sweet.

    your pictures are awesome! so clear and golly you can see the curvature of the earth in that top one. :o)

    hugs,
    jAne

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  6. Were you here? In my town? Oh my........ I almost went down to the kite festival lol. Beautiful photos.

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