Four days with a kite

Perhaps it was a storm far down in the southeast of the Gulf of Mexico,… The steady wind held up a kite, noisy,, four days and nights, with the constant sound a kind of “rustling l” becoming a companion to my alone days there. Morning, day, night, midnight, the kite was constant in its sound and presence. Then, was it day five? The wind slightly shifted and diminished and the kite came down gradually. I felt I had lost a companion.