As a writer and photographer I travel between my life in Toronto, my life in Antigua, and anywhere else my wanderings may take me ... writing my books and enjoying local arts and adventures along the way.

Kites Interspersed by Clouds

As a boy in Antigua I used to fly kites in the cow pasture near our home on Browns Avenue. I believe the cow pasture is now gone as in front of the land where it was there is currently a Chinese take-out restaurant. The restaurant seems to me like a bird that has been blown so far off course it has no hope of returning; but having reconciled itself with where it is it’s come to love its new home. The restaurant seems to do good business.

I rarely see any kites in the air these days. Yet driving back to St. Johns from English Harbour today I looked up and was surprised to see the same six sided kites that a Rastaman taught me how to make when I was young. I pulled down the road the kites seemed to be flying above and saw a bunch of young boys gathered loosely around a snack stall at the entrance to a school yard. The kite strings seemed to emanate from the yard itself. One of the boys smiled and said very politely “good afternoon sir”. I returned the greeting, very impressed with his politeness.

I took a couple of photos of the kites lolling about in the sky and contemplated this pace of life enjoyed by some here, where a break in the day is plenty of time for the most enjoyable pursuit of nothing at all … like flying a kite.

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