Max smiled in satisfaction as the dragon kite fluttered in the wind, way up above the courtyard. He loved the admiring looks passers-by would shoot at the colorful beast. Max and his grandfather had built the kite together, and as much as Max hated to admit that he had emotional ties to something, he was extremely fond of it.
The sun shone down brightly and the wind gently pushed his bangs across his forehead. He loved sunny days in Colorado. The sun felt closer than in California. The mountains just agreed with him. He even liked the snow in the winter. He wasn't complaining about the warmth though. Coming from LA had taught him to relish the heat and the sunshine.
He pulled on the string, veering the kite to the left. He enjoyed being alone here, but he was kind of hoping someone would come up and ask him about his kite so he could have some company.