Steven's team played a late game last night. In the open space beyond the soccer fields, and out of the direct light from the fields a girl was flying a kite. The kite appeared as a shape-shifting grayness against the black sky. The effect was equal parts bat, spirit, dancer, and void. We were captivated and mystified. The soccer mom next to me said, "If it starts talking, we're leaving!"
The girl finally reeled the kite down, and we could see it was a white plastic "delta wing". I've got to get one. It has never occurred to me to fly a kite at night, and I imagine it would connect the flyer to invisible elements in and even more profound way than day-time flying. Plus, sunscreen would not be required.
Steven and I used to fly kites at Dinosaur Valley State Park, sitting or standing in the river. The kites would catch the thermals and confuse the vultures soaring above the cliffs. We also like to fly kites on the beach at South Padre. The hazard is sunburning the underside of our chinny-chin-chins.
Maybe we could make a video of the night kite flight. It would be at least as beautiful and powerful as the sleeping David Beckham video at London's National Portrait Gallery.
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