The kite didn’t soar majestically. It wobbled. It dipped. It spun in a silly, lopsided loop. A gust of wind flipped it over, and it tumbled tail-over-nose, landing with a soft rustle in a pile of fallen leaves.
It wasn’t a mistake. It was the first note of his very own song. izumi hasegawa
Oba-chan smiled, her eyes crinkling like old parchment. “Ah. You are trying to control the wind, Riku. You are trying to be a perfect kite. But a kite’s job is not to be perfect. Its job is to dance.” The kite didn’t soar majestically
Riku sighed. “What if I run and the wind isn’t right? What if the string breaks? What if it just crashes into the ground?” and it tumbled tail-over-nose