ABOUT THE SEATTLE KITE

A kite gives itself wholly to the wind, and the hand at the other end must have faith that the wind will keep it aloft.  The hand can feel the slight tension, the eddies of the breeze above rippling down the string like an effluvial Morse code: a ceaseless pulse of information. 

We are the Seattle Kite, always hovering just above and behind.  We catch the gusts that we find most appealing and ride them for all they’re worth.  You, gentle reader, are the hand that holds us. 

Please don’t let go. 

We like it up here.