Today, Robb and I rode our bikes to the Berkeley Kite Festival. The sky was filled with color. The wind was gusting. Everyone was smiling and laughing.
What is it about the simple act of launching a fragile object into the sky that elicits so much pleasure?
The giant flying octopi are a bit of a fixture in the Berkeley landscape, but that doesn't make them any less wonderful or surreal. Robb observed that the sky full of flying color, combined with the pavilions and crowds made the whole place seem like a scene from a Harry Potter movie.
We left our stunt kite at home, and simply enjoyed the act of harnessing the wind and gazing at the sky.
I took this photo a few years ago, and it still makes me laugh. Robb versus the Squids.