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Go Fly a Kite
I started exploring Lake Martin in high school, visiting my grandparents' house - soaking in rays, gossiping w/girlfriends, scheming ways to get to Chimney Rock unsupervised.
Twenty years later I'm watching my husband fly a kite with our 3-yr-old, while the 15-month-old plopped on the ground w/ furrowed brow, experiencing sights and sounds of geese and flopping fish for the first time.
Nothing like spring at the lake . . . A reopening of the senses. Bumblebees buzzing, dog and duck reminding each other of the pecking order on our slough. The water is back, and each tip of a wave is a smile to the sun.
Still too cold to swim, but not for long.
We'll just fly a kite and enjoy the flat slope of the back yard this afternoon. Show some gratitude for the smaller things.
Promises of a big summer sing on the kite tail.
