The group cheers, then huddles around the fire, sipping hot coffee out of thermoses. A few people twirl around the fire, but as the morning light intensifies, the magic seems to fade. Folks anxiously regard their wristwatches and make ready to leave for their workdays. But it is a magical week. He rises, taking the hand of his Maid wife, and spins around the campfire, celebrating the growing heat of the day with the tinkle of bells.
Faeries are in the air.
A cloud of multicolored kites swirls and twinkles over Crissy Field like silvery moths ducking and diving in the sunlight. An enormous red strawberry bounces on the turf as wind ebbs and flows through its spiky skin. Suddenly an enormous fish, created by New Zealand master kite-designer Peter Lynn , rises lugubriously in the air, its blue whiskers waving delicately as its white nylon teeth glint with menace. Everyone is happy with kites in the air. A tremendous orange octopus and an emerald green gecko being chased by a fierce purple piranha float slowly into the sky.