The Kite Inside

She ran across the field, 
bare feet brushing soft green grass 
the kind that bends and sways, 
cool beneath her quick, light steps.

The sun hung low, calm, 
not burning, just quietly there
her kite dipped once, 
then caught the breeze like a breath. 

It lifted and swayed, 
she chased it without a pause 
and tugged at the line, 
and she ran as if it flew. 

The sky opened wide, 
wider than it had in days 
she laughed as it danced, 
not worried where it might go.

It dipped for a beat, but she never broke her stride, believing somehow the wind would always come.

A man walked down the path, kicking dust with tired feet head low, lost in his thoughts, shoulders bowed beneath the weight. He might have passed by, lost in the ache of his day but something stopped him something small, her laugh.

It rang like a bell, bright and clear inside the wind not meant for him, but somehow it touched him. He stood there a while, arms crossed, not sure just why and slowly, a thought rose like a kite in him.

He’d once been her run wild through waving grass, once believed the wind would meet him halfway, always.

He paused to remember,
heavy skies filled all his thoughts
some were lost to time,
some melted in quiet waves.

Still, that girl today, running wild beneath the blue, made the sky feel close, like it knew her name by heart.

A smile reached his face, softly breaking through the gloom. not really because of her, but something she stirred awake. He turned back to go, a little taller somehow not because she flew, but because he remembered.

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