It's been raining on and off all morning. I look out the window, blue sky, bright sun and the wind is up. Alameda is the closest. Jump in the car head down to see if any kite's are up. I arrive with 2 on the water the rest, kite's inflating, lines unwinding, suiting up for battle. But not for battle... more like a dance. A dance with the gust front. To the north the squall line slowly slide's towards us covering the bay.
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