Whim

By: Tosha Woronov

I took my baby to the park the other day to fly a kite.
A kite!
Watch his smile just BLOOM.
His hair blowing, head tilted back as far as it can possibly go.
Neither one of us can believe it.
I feel the wind’s strength in the kite string, tugging as much on my heart.
Look how beautiful it is!
That random / Winnie-and-Tigger / purchased-at-Rite-Aid / sitting-in-the-trunk-of-my-car-for-2-years-KITE!

It’s almost – almost -the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.