Precipice and crooked legs.

I have been thinking about kites lately. They represent to me all that is untethered and carefree, basically two qualities I can not claim to possess. I imagine myself holding one on a really windy day but being too afraid to fly it for fear of trees, power lines, or losing it altogether. Oh for perfect conditions. These perfect conditions are elusive in so many areas of life, especially when one does not take a chance in the first place. I am considering something daring. Maybe not as daring as say cutting the tag off of my mattress, but daring like actually living my life. Oh, I've toyed with the idea off and on throughout the years, but maybe this time I will actually do it. Perhaps I will paint when I have an idea, or invite someone over for dinner when the mood strikes, or I will wear my cowboy boots.... you know something really daring. Tonight the northwestern skies are overcast and lazy and think, perfect... perfect weather to go fly a kite.