Bummer

This morning I enjoyed a beautiful pre-7:00 bicycle ride in to work. I crested the last hill before heading down to the Shipyard, and took in the view of the fort. Like most battlefields, it had been cleared of trees for clear firing lines long ago. There was a single sentinel on the grounds, an ancient tree with limbs stretched in a 30 foot radius around it. And, in the branches at the utmost top of the tree, was snared a simple red kite. It was something straight out of Charlie Brown.
I thought to myself "that kite represents one hard lesson about life for some kid."