A kite sits and watches umbrellas fly,
And she thinks about penguins, squirrels, dogs, walruses, cats.
She stops a while and thinks about cats.
Cats and boxes.
And then she moves on,
She thinks about future alma mater
And she feels troubled
She thinks about hearts
And she thinks about bonds
And she loves both deeply.

The kite wants to be an umbrella for a while.
Fly like an umbrella and get high like a kite.
She wants to stop thinking about everything
She wants just to fly.

OK, maybe flying can wait.

She just wants to stop and listen to the background music.
Again.
That song.
With which she really feels related.

And she goes on,
A little further back,
And here’s the product…


Since Mrs. Kite is going back to basis, she thought penguins would like to watch it [ or use it as a wallpaper of course... xD]

[ Mrs. K i t e ]