Theme: Kite flying
Clark stopped for a moment. He had been walking across campus, but the view before him gave him pause. The breeze teased his hair, causing him to either brush it out of his eyes with his hand or a toss of his head. He paused to watch a couple of students enjoying this gusty spring day.
The girl was holding the string while her guy friend stood next to her guiding her and occasionally reaching over to tug on the string. The kite soared. It dipped and floated and danced across the sky, swaying to its own personal tune.
Clark marveled at the freedom the kite seemed to enjoy. If only he were free to soar, just like the kite. Or maybe he was like the kite. The kite's movement was still restricted by the length of the string, same as he was tethered by his secrets.