A man down on the vast field that makes up this section of Prospect Park attempts, one more time, to get the giant square kite of purple and blue up into the clear spring sky, but the stiff breeze seems determined to frustrate him. The kite catches the wind just fine, but the mischievous eddies that chase alongside the main gust twist the frame just as it seems ready to take flight and spitefully spin it back to the ground.
"He needs somebody tall to hold it up and help him get it into the air," I say while the man picks it up for another shot, "but he's trying to do it all by himself."
"If he wants to get it done, he'll have to share the glory," Katie says, nodding, as the kite crashes once again to the earth.
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