Post No. 35

I just arrived home from spending time with some good people at one of the many locations of the International House of Pancakes. I've never been to one before. I noticed it felt almost like a Denny's restaurant. And of course' it had the anytime of the day or night breakfast menu. Coffee with a packet of sugar, was what I had; decaf I might add. It's been more than amazing getting to know the people around me. By now I think it's safe to say that a abundant friendship base has been established.
During the heat of the day I made my way down to the now familiar playground park, where I flew my brand new kite. It was in fact a Spider-man kite. Getting it high up in the air was definitely a challenge but seeing the kite fly with the help of a string and my hand was well worth all the running and pulling. Fight against the wind or let it help you fly. Hash winds of unexpected occurrences always seem to gush into the view of my eyes. Yet to spiral downward is to let every tug and pull die in vain. The flight should still continue. I look in my hands and see more string. More chances to fly even higher. Let the wind help you fly.