Kites! Who doesn't want to fly a kite? Up to the highest height? I daresay that anyone who has been on the other end of the string, as your kite achieves that perfect balance of lift and drag is happy to be doing it. It was the perfect windy day, one of the coldest in the season and yet, there was a sense of calm that washed over me as I let her go her way.
A kite will fly if it finds enough wind to lift it and keep it in the sky. Successful kite flight depends upon establishing and maintaining a balance between the upward force of lift, the downward force of gravity, and the backward force of drag. source
The National Mall wasn't crowded, after two years of cancellations of events downtown Washington, DC, the Cherry Blossom Festival and the annual Kite Festival was on. On it went, a much smaller version of its former self, yet, I immersed myself into the day.
The only lasting beauty
Is the beauty of the heart
The scent of spring favors you, the beauty is bewitching, allowing me to slow down and breathe its fragrance. On all counts, this is perfection. I love spring, the colors and the newfound warmth, and for looking straight up into the Divine.
In that place of beauty, the one perceived, it matters not, what you believe. The story fits in a layer of truth, in the pages of strength, to give and receive. Such a sweet touch, each one of those blossoms. Yes, beauty isn't something we all can see the same, or measure the same. Sensing it tends to be an individual thing, I sense it spiritually, allowing my inner spirit to detect it
The fragile beauty of this little tree stirred a longing to make life better for it. Just seeing this can ignite the feelings so deeply buried within, those of healing the hurting, the broken, every single one, everywhere.
Earlier in the season, learning and practicing the art of flying a kite was in full motion. It is in those alluring moments of joy, and those simple pleasures in life.
The cherry trees were g gift of friendship to the People of the United States from the People of Japan. More than 3,000 trees are in and around the streets of Washington, DC... Strolling the Tidal Basin, especially in the company of cherry blossoms makes such a tranquil setting, reflecting the beauty of the day.
All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.
It’s my way. I walk out to the deep end of the page and dive right in.
I want to thank @tattoodjay for hosting the #WednesdayWalk challenge! Show me where you walked today, I want to see what you got to see and hear what you have to say. I hope you had a fabulous time and I think we should meet up here again next week! If you want to do the challenge, drop him a link on his #WednesdayWalk post so he can try to visit yours! Whatever your day looks like, it is worth a walk through it. You can't always have sunshine and rainbows, but, you can always have a #WednesdayWalk!
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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