Dream of a million kites

It was warm and windy today. Midway on our walk to the East Parkway playground, Rosa and I stopped to admire a kite soaring over the Greensward:

Little sister just remember,
As you wander through the blue,
The little kite that you sent flying
On a sunny afternoon,
Made of something light as nothing,
Made of joy that matters too,
How the little dreams we dream
Are all we can really do.
-Patti Griffin

Back beyond that nylon kite, about a dozen Mississippi kites swirled above Rainbow Lake, chowing down on bugs:

Here's a grainy zoom view of the bird on the upper left:

Once you learn that outline, you won't forget it. It means that summer has arrived in Memphis.