December 4th, 2005

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the kite miracle

This morning at 7:30, spouse and niece announced that they preferred to miss church today. By late morning, niece and I, each with a kite in hand, each kite with an impossibly long tail, were headed to Glendover Park.

She got her kite up in the air, and soon had it gliding at 500 feet. I could not get my kite up. She took over my kite, trying to get it aloft, as nothing is more fun than doing something a grown-up can't do. She had no luck, so she took over her kite again. Emulating me, she tried to put the kite handle into the ground, in a "no hands" approach. I looked up to see her kite handle scooting across the open field, as the kite went away.

As I ran across a school playground to find the kite handle, she inspected the adjacent park. Soon, I heard a call: "Uncle Bob! Uncle Bob! The kite!". Sure enough, there was the kite, no longer in our control, flying in mid-air.

It hovered over the pond, pointing towards the Latter Day Saints church. Where was the kite handle? We did not know. When church ended, and I had some assurance of not rummaging in the way of others' devotions, I went to the parking lot, encouraged by a nice man in a suit to do so.

I found the kite string handle. It was about two stories up, in a tree. The kite flew beautifully.

Many a tree has attracted a kite. Today our kite was, when we walked away, being flown by a tree.
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"In its encounter with Nature, Science invariably elicits a sense of reverence and awe. The very act of understanding is a celebration of joining, merging, even if on a very modest scale, with the magnificence of the cosmos." --Carl Sagan

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