Once upon a time, there was a kite. It grew tired of soaring alone. It whispered secrets to the clouds, but the clouds only knew how to giggle.
In the quiet of the long day, shadows danced upon the grass. The kite told stories of places it has never been, yet they wore familiar smells. The whispers faded, but like velvety ghosts, they lingered a moment more.
Beneath a tree with leaning face, a door slightly ajar hinted at another time when jingles filled every square inch with abandon.
Chase the Tulips Listen to the Wind