THE BEAUTIFUL EYE
The snow began to fall early that evening. Glittering snow that turned streets and sidewalks pristine white.
Soft snow flakes that wedged in the mane and eyes of sleeping lions.
Snow that pushed itself into every crevice and ledge.
She had taken off her wings. They were heavy. The feathers whispered as she moved. Today she would not wear them.
On the day of the first snow fall she would put aside her wings and angel duties.
This day she would be an ordinary person. Doing ordinary things.
She would ride through snowy streets. Wheels singing. Snow flying.
Wearing silver skates she would glide and spin on ice high above the city.
As the light faded she watched as napkins were folded. Candles lit. Wine poured.
Her day was ending. Sweetly she laid down in the pristine snow and made her mark.
Snow Angels.
Fini.
(Just a reminder about Snow Angels. They exist. You’ve seen and heard them filling the world with joyful song.
“King of Kings
and lord of lords
Hallelujah. Hallelujah. Hallelujah”)
Bel' Occhio 