Let's Go Fly....

Tiny fingers hold on to the threads of color, sound, and motion. With steady hands, he has grasped the concept that others only dare reach for. They negotiate with the surrounding air, communicating with small tugs and gentle pulls. Ecstatic, it goes higher and higher, past the height of his friends and parents, past the city horizon, soaring above the clouds themselves until it can no longer be seen. The only traces of it remain intertwined between his fingers, and the expression in his smile.
As his teacher calls his name in the dim lighting of the classroom, he loses his hold and the magnificent kite, with streamers trailing, flies out of his mind, and into the sky behind the window.