In between the hours of five to six in the afternoon… as the sun, with its visible burning roundness, was about to set down to light up another place… two kites chanced upon each other. They soar, they glide… until they finally meet across the setting sun – acknowledge each other, and… do the tango.
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the unbearable lightness of being me. 
Now that I’ve taken up birding again after a 35-year sabbatical, I think of kites a little differently. I also understand now why kites were named kites. They float on the wind in one place just like a manmade kite.
i haven’t seen kites – is it a one particular kind of bird or f different kinds?
They are raptors, and very beautiful when you see them in the sky just floating there on the breeze.