Were I but Free, I'd Take a Flight

The girls have flown kites without me. They've flown kites without a deep blue sky and in fields unsprinkled with buttercups and wild pinks.

This time was different, and I remembered my camera.

Piper flew for a bit and flopped for a bit longer.

They flew in tandem.

They soared solo.

They flew from the comfort of a "nest."

They flew with a short leash

and with a long tail.

They left with a holler and a whoop.

With a tidy winding string.

With the end of a good thing.

I was ten again with a turn in the nest, and Millie approved.