A close friend of mine would say, “Father and son were making memories.” The descriptions are so precise and rich in detail that I could picture every scene. I imagine this story as a children’s tale with its colorful and beautiful images, especially that kite soaring across the endless sky. As always, great writing, my friend. Hugs
Thank you my friend! I'm glad you enjoyed this. This was a very special memory I have of my father. It seemed magical seeing that kite disappear into the sky. The weekend is upon us once again! I hope you have a great one.