The Day I Flew My Kite

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Today is windy,
and I hadn’t planned anything special.
Then the thought came to me—
why not fly a kite?
Something to fill my day,
something simple, yet full of life.
I felt a sudden rush of excitement—
it’s been so long since I last did that.
In that moment,
the child within me awoke again.

So I went to the park and let the kite rise.
Humbled and full of wonder, I watched
how physics lifted a frame of wood and plastic
into a graceful dance in the air.

A miracle—that something so simple
could awaken all my senses at once.
I see the bright colors,
I hear its flutter in the wind,
I feel the string tightening in my hand,
I taste joy in my laughter,
and breathe in the freshness of the day.

As I watch, I begin to run through the park—
it’s pure joy, nothing more.
Somewhere behind me,
I hear an old lady calling—
perhaps I’ve rushed past her too quickly.
But my senses are all tuned
to one thing alone:
the kite,
and the happiness flowing through me
as I run with the string in my hand.

But everything has its time—
and I, too, must go home.
Slowly, I draw the kite down,
wind the string around its handle,
and think to myself:
what a beautiful day it was.

Yet on my way back,
I start to notice things
that escaped me before.
The old woman who called to me—
she did so because I ran
straight across the flowerbeds,
without realizing it.
The fragile blossoms are crushed—
a silent, sorrowful sight.

And there, almost hidden in the grass,
a ruined anthill.
Tiny beings had worked so long
to build it—
and I trampled over it
blind with joy.

I understood then
how many equations this day shares
with everyday life.
We focus on what interests us,
forgetting all that surrounds us.
We walk our paths
without seeing who we might harm.
We look upward,
always wanting to rise—
faster, higher, better—
and overlook the little miracles
upon the earth.

The day that filled me with happiness
was also the day that taught me much.

It was a day of mine—
and I hope you’ll learn from your days too.

-© Ferit Sahin