This summer, Rose and I went to Breitenbush Hot Springs. There was a man there flying a kite in virtually no wind and surrounded by trees and branches. By surrounded I mean that he was flying a kite in the trees. The was a little opening, where the walkway went, but not much. So there he is at a calm dusk among the trees pulling on the string of the kite and creating lift by his own movement. It was all backwards and it was beautiful. He became the wind for his kite and the kite ducked and winked and luffed and sailed for him. He and the kite were dancing. I am not going to wax philosophical on this. It was just so cool and wonderful and pointless; and it was art.