Chess and Fishing are both fun, and I miss Chess and Fishing. I really miss Kite Flying. I think of Kite Flying more than I think of Chess.
When I think of Kite Flying, I am not shocked or threatened by the Guards @ Guantanamo Bay @ United States of Eden for the thought, so I think of it more than I think other thoughts because other fun things like Hope and Love and Rights do not exist for me. That is okay! I don't mind all those other things being something I can not have as long as I can think freely about the Kite Flying.
I begin thinking of Kite Flying by creating the Kite. I think of the body of the Kite by thinking of the shape and the color and size. After I have the body of the Kite in my mind I think of the lenth of the tail on the Kite and how it will flow in the sky. Then I think of the string. Sometimes the string is thick and sometimes it is thin depending on the wind is going to be in my mind when I faux fly the Kite.
After I have the shape and size and color I think of the materials like the type of paper and the typed of frame needed to create the Kite.
Then the Kite is ready to fly. Yay! I then sit in my cell and think of a big open field and think of a soft wind. Sometimes the sky is clear. Other times the sky has clouds. I once thought of a stormy sky and my kite was destroyed.
