People who know me well know I do not like the wind.

But at a kite festival, it is a necessary evil. The sun and the wind made for a perfect kite flying day. Kites of every imaginable shape and size soared high above: a purple octopus, a teddy bear, a blow fish, and even one our children dubbed “the underpants kite.” It was fascinating and fun.

The thing I loved the best, though, was the rippling movement and the light shimmering on these flags.

Sometimes, a little wind is a good thing.