The weather forecast was perfect. The wind direction was perfect, leading the kite directly over a remote and elusive target. The wind forecast was beyond perfect – so much we packed the Royal 69 sled, as there were threats of gusts over 60 km/h.
But alas, the meteorologists screwed us yet again. The wind never got the memo and did not arrive at the site. So, unless something really amazing happens, the target shall be left for next year.
Thankfully, there are so many really beautiful spots in Slovenia that one of them is surely caressed by the wind, and we chose one nearby: Lake Cerknica, again 🙂
Lake Cerknica is an intermittent lake, so it presents a different face every time a kite flies over it.
This time it was a winter fairytale.
The prickly winter sunhine, the intense blue sky, the diamond-cold glitter of the snow … and the deep river meandering gracefully across the plain.
Serene and peaceful. Even the wind behaving badly (the usual turbulent layer at around 80 meters was more of a hole in the sky than a layer) couldn’t pierce the Zen of Winter Kite Flying.
There is practically no sound, the soft white carpet dampens every intrusive noise. Only an occasional frrrrrrt! of Cindy delta fighting with the gusts high above touches our ears.
The Julian Alps glimmer in the distance.
There are no yardsticks, no shadows, no ticks of time. An endless Noon.
Us earth-bound misfits have one eye on a kite, the other trying to imagine what it’s like from up there.
The land is flat to us, our horizon is within grasp. A kite does not know about horizons.
It simply flies, and we can fly with it.
A kite perhaps can’t lift our bodies. But it effortlessly takes our minds into the blue winter sky.
We are flying, too.
Kite aerial photos shot with Insta360 on Cindy delta, and with Nikon P330 on The Original Blue rokkaku, both made by Dr.Agon kites.