Saturday, 6 August 2016

No strings attached

Last night I had this dream of us children flying kite on a mile-long green decline along which some fox had run chased by three curs putting chest to stubble to bite its back.

It could have been that I was reading about Reynard the Fox before going to sleep...

And now it was peaceful and pleasant and three kites--red, brown and yellow--flew in the blue sky, high and distant, yet so very near as though seen through a lens.

My nameless friend with marbles in his pocket (I don't know how I knew he had marbles in his pocket) had his kite snap the string and flutter down.

But the string trailing down got entangled with the branches of a tree that had suddenly sprouted up on the field and the kite steadied and flew resplendent in the sky once again.

My nameless other friend in petticoat and pig-tails then had her kite snap the string and flutter down.

But the string trailing down got entangled with the branches of another tree that had suddenly sprouted up on the field and the kite steadied and flew resplendent in the sky once again.

And then I found my kite was flying in the sky without a string. I was holding no string, yet the kite was in the sky, flying resplendent just as my friends'.

No strings attached. No strings attached,a cobbler, who sat bent at his wooden foot, mumbled to himself, shaking his head. I thought of asking him a question, but then realized he could neither see, nor hear me.

By this time I knew I was in a dream. And the cobbler, mumbling to himself, was somewhere else.

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