One Summer Dusk.

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.

3 thoughts on “One Summer Dusk.

  1. 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.

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