Into the sky

Yesterday at lunch I took time to fly my stunt kite. It is made by Into the Wind out of Colorado. A dual line stunt kite called "The Edge". They do not manufacture it anymore. I have repaired the graphite spars several times now.
The beauty of this kite is the pull it has when the winds are fast. I have to lean back on my feet to keep control as the scream of the material is met by the unseen force of wind.
VERY powerful. This is not a huge kite...but one that can take up to 150 lbs of wind force. I have learned how to fly it without assistance. I can take off from the ground by a single well timed tug.
The fun is in trying to cut the kite on the edge of wind. Will it still fly and recover? Will it crash?
How do I keep it moving when there is barely enough wind to toss my hair?

It screams when you catch the perfect edge of air.

I took it out again today at lunch to fly.
Hardly any wind. I flew it...but it only tugged me once.

A lot of times flying the kites is like physically being in the air.
You dance on invisible arms of a stranger that is familiar in some ways. The wind caresses your skin as you feel it trying to steal your loved one away.

I always feel like after I fly that I can close my eyes and be up in the air with my wings spread wide. I trust that what is not seen is able to carry me where I wish to go.

It is all about adjustments...and feeling the lines and the sails...and hearing which way you are whispered go and follow.

Dancing on thin silken strings.