Misery

Kite flying is supposed to be an engaging and delightful activity. But when things go wrong, it is everything but. On Memorial Glade is where our scene takes place. The wind was howling across the Campanille as we moved north to the field where our kite would set sail. Those angry clouds were menacing, yet they were holding back and waiting for some special moment to release their attack - until then we were dry as ice. But as soon as we reached the glad, things went terribly wrong. The wind died. The rain came. Our misery was born under the darkening sky and the gargantuan drops of sorrow. And now you too may enjoy the moment! May I present, "Misery - A Failed Attempt To Fly."