Spent a nice afternoon flying a kite with my 75 foot tube tail on it for the first time. I wasn't sure the six foot delta could lift it, but with 15kt winds it was pulling strong even with the added weight. I obviously don't know how to estimate the lifting power of a kite yet...
Lying on on the grass in the sun and watching a kite while listening to the sounds around me is a habit I should have started years ago. While there, I noticed a faint sound coming from the plastic hoop for my kite line. Putting it closer to my ear, I could clearly hear the sound of the wind over the line, like the toy one can make with two cans and a tight string.
I spent the next several minutes caring not how I appeared since there was no one to watch, playing with a tight string like I was 30 or 40 years younger. I damped the sound just by putting my finger on the string, plucked it, shook it while watching the waves zig-zag up the line...
The spell broke when I realised I was holding a very tightly pulling line inches from my eye, which transformed me back into the over-sober, over-cautious adult that I am these days, but it was a nice afternoon anyway, and a good memory.