Sad ending

As I came down a busy street in the taxi on the way to work this morning, I saw a kite flying dangerously low over the traffic. It jumped higher and I held my breath. The situation was precarious and I knew it. A brief gust of wind seemed to catch it and hoist it high... I watched with anticipation and a growing sense of optimism that it would achieve its goal. As I neared, it rose higher, reached for the safety of the the clear untroubled air above the mass of cars... Could it? Would it? My spirits rose with it...

But alas... it plummeted earthward. Unseen by the driver of the driver of the bank truck... it perished...

And here... the owner laments.

It may fly again, but maybe not and never with the grace of its former grand self.

EDIT. He wasn't actually flying the kite in the traffic. He was in a small park next to the road and the kite was flying over the traffic. It is a regular thing.. So is this result I suppose.