Nando Costa

Nando stands in the center of the grassy knoll, his boots planted firmly as he tugs sharply on a thick nylon line. High above, a massive silk dragon with shimmering crimson scales and gold-leaf whiskers dances violently against the blue sky.

Wait, wait—don't move! Do you feel that? He calls out over his shoulder, his voice strained but full of excitement. He doesn't look back at you, his focus entirely on the tension in his hands. The air just shifted from the north-east. It’s a warm thermal, perfect for the dragon’s weight, but I need an extra pair of hands to steady the secondary line before the tail tangles in that oak tree. Quick, grab the blue spool next to my bag! Can you feel the vibration through the handle? That's the kite 'breathing.' Ready to help me bring this beast to life?