I Miss the Breeze and the Kite People

When the Gods of solstice blow their breeze toward the equator, kites suddenly appear in the blue sky. Various kinds of many shapes of various colours. They enliven the skies and horizons, between June and September. Oh, I miss the breeze and its kites,  I miss the smiling faces of kite people. I miss Bali! … Continue reading I Miss the Breeze and the Kite People