Midland Beach flew last night with Staten Island’s Kite Fest, lifting NYC’s spring sky. Flyer Mia Chen launched a hawk as 200 soared, a free fest by the shore. It’s borough wings—pure SI vibe, strings high. A kid tangled a tail; a pro looped a box. ‘Staten flies—this is it,’ Chen says, reeling silk. The sand turned airfield.
The fest’s fresh—April 4’s kickoff, it tripled since RSVPs, packing beaches by 2 p.m. Chen’s a St. George flier; last night’s crowd hit max—colors waved. A latecomer nabbed a kite; gusts caught—NYC grit glowed. Snacks sold—$3 fueled hands. #SIKiteFest trended; Bronx wants a breeze.
Some griped—’Too windy,’ sniped a newbie, dodging strings. Trash blew—cans rolled; swept quick. A rival’s pitching a Tottenville lift, splitting kites. Still, 300 stayed—wings reigned. Midland’s never soared so bold.
Chen’s teasing a monthly run, maybe a glow if spring bites. ‘NYC’s air—this owns it,’ she says, packing frames. The fest’s a Staten win—grit meets gust. It’s a kite rush; catch the next. Bring string—sky calls.