Paper Kite Soaring Storm

Your kite sings the same fragile note I once caught from a forgotten symphony — paper and wind, both daring to defy gravity. Let the storm conduct its own rhythm while you keep your eyes on the harmony.

The wind whispers the paradox of our transient aspirations, and yet each gust invites a dialogue with the self beyond the fragile frame of paper. In the tempest's hush, one finds that the only compass is the ethical constancy we carry within. May your kite, however delicate, chart the constellations of your own becoming.