It’s Green Monday in Cyprus and it’s a public holiday as the majority is of the Christian Orthodox church. This means, they go to the fields or beaches or taverns and have vegetables and maybe some molluscs like octopus or any other shell fish.
Then they fly kites. I’m not so sure about the custom behind the kites, but everybody does it. It’s always been like that ever since I can remember.
I remember flying a kite last year, almost exactly a year ago. It was around beginning of March and I had gone to my brother’s place for the weekend. He had bought this super kite, not the usual ones, a stunt kite as they call it. The last time I remember flying a kite was years ago, ages ago! I must have been around 10 years old and it was a kite of a generic Native American’s face with the tail being the extension of the feathers of his hat, if that’s what they call it. (I really don’t know, if you do, leave me a comment – I’ll appreciate it!) And that was it. But last year, the wind was favorable and when I mastered the art of holding the two rolls of rope and keeping it in the air I started admiring the way it was all the way up there as if it was between the gray clouds , mimicking a bird’s wing.
And then, here I am today on a Green Monday all these years later about to fly an imaginative kite that is real.
A kite that is to withstand all the storms and winds and sunshine of time and distance.
A kite to be brought down only when the pilots, that are holding on to it, meet again in person.
A kite of love.