Kites and Beaches

i was at golden gardens last night, sitting there watching the sail boats and the waves and the olympics, and the sun sinking down into them... and this guy came up and started flying his kite. it was one of those fancy trick kites, and he was pretty good. and then after a while a young guy came up to this older, kite-flying man and started talking to him about it. and so he started explaining how it's done, and showing off all his best tricks and his skill. i very much enjoyed watching the older man teaching the younger one how to fly a kite like that. very much, until he flew, like daedalus, a little too close. but instead of melting, his kite got bit by a wave and swallowed by the sound. a little while later the poor kite emerged, dangling with sea-weed, and a little worse for wear. and they were at it again.