You know the kind — steady and clean, rolling in straight off the ocean. No trees, no buildings, no gusts or drops. Just smooth, uninterrupted flow.

There’s something special that happens when conditions line up like that. We each grab our kite, run through the warm-up, and before long we’re out there — our kites carving through the sky in sync.
A quiet rhythm sets in, like a song only we can hear, like we’re speaking a language made entirely of wind and motion.

But we never expect it to be perfect right away. Even with all the planning, the rehearsing, the gear checks — there’s always a little chaos at the start. A tangle here, a missed cue there. You try something, it almost works, so you tweak it — just a bit. Adjust your timing, change your angle, maybe switch positions.

And then, slowly, the pieces begin to fall into place.

That’s how it goes.

Some years, it takes three or four days to really dial it in. Other times, like this year, it all came together by day two.

The wind was with us. The team was sharp. The kites felt like extensions of our own hands.

We ran the whole routine, start to finish, and it flew just the way we imagined it. Like clockwork, but alive.

So here it is — our flight. A little moment of magic on the shoreline.

Hope you enjoy it as much as we did.