One of the few articles I read this past week was this lovely one about kids making kites in the middle of all the destruction in Haiti.
"The kite makers dance through the camps with rubbery exuberance, trailed by younger children, all lost in the moment, the most important in the world. Kites battle kites, their makers yanking their lines to cut each other’s, as the kites whirl and spin. When one kite wins, the jubilation is explosive. It’s one of the few signs of joy you see in Haiti, entirely handmade." It's incredible how something so simple can bring so much joy.