While I was clicking the shutter, the man in the viewfinder window frantically tried to stand on the board, over and over again plunging into the Sea of Azov with wild splashes, while the instructor Pasha was actively gesturing behind him with the skill of a professional conductor.
The number of attempts quickly exceeded a dozen, and the first real success did not take long.
From the outside, it all looked like a child's fuss in a sandbox, but instead of castles and fortresses, a competition for the most spectacular boulders.
So it seemed to me until I took over the "steering wheel" from this huge airy bulldozer, which at that very moment became my most insidious opponent.
The willful nature of the thing, dangling dangerously high overhead, defied my understanding. This attempt to control the kite was more like a meeting of a careless rodeo cowboy with the first bull at a rodeo. It would seem that everything is simple - here is the wind, here are the slings - hold and guide.
But no. To feel, and most importantly, to realize in time the change in the circulation of capricious currents had to be swiftly. Accompanying a poignant reaction with immediate action, carried out with the determination of a lion, the calmness of a boa constrictor, and the gentleness of a trot.
In other words, it didn't work.
Again and again, the kite crashed onto the hard surface, making me blush and feel guilty about my own carelessness.
I was drawn to philosophy. Once again I remembered that the success of any action is always the result of pain and despair, that is, the process of inevitable bumping when trying to tune my body and feelings to interact with some new part of this material world.
“I had worse experience for the first time”, - with a warm smile, student Alexei encouraged me and, forcing the sea with a board to the advantage, went to the next round of the fight with himself.
