One windy March day a class of biology-science majors and I–as she was one too–looked out the third-floor science hall window and saw my friend flying a kite on the central quadrangle, all by herself. I should have written a book about her. I wish I could be more like her. She became very successful in the field of medicine as she helps others. I was a failure as a writer and artist since the world judges in terms of finances. She is living in the north and I in the the south. We are both in our 80s. We still correspond with one another. Oh, if only we could get together and fly a kite together some windy day with our hair in disarray–two free spirits enjoying life to its fulness.
HCS
