Fragile Blossoms of Spring
March 10 - Kite
Hinata threw the kite up, tossing it into the wind. The breezes eagerly received it, tossing it higher and higher until it was nothing but a red scrap flying in the sky, tracing whimsical patterns on the breeze. She watched it silently, her thoughts forming a twisted path, much like that of the kite. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew, and the fragile string connecting her with the sky snapped. Free at last, the red cloth darted away, soon lost among the swirling winds. Hinata watched it as far as she could see, following it with her eyes and her heart, yearning to fly free just like her kite had. She was still staring after it even as it disappeared, imagining where it would go in its newfound liberty; where she herself would like to be.