【Wings of the Angel】the Clouds.

by Taylor

Just like another ordinary morning as I opened the curtain of the window in my room to greet the morning sunlight and waited for only the color of blue to accompany my tiring soul. The only unusual thing was that as the sunshine slipped in quietly and the clear blue sky reflected on my eyes, I felt as if I was sitting in a holy theater before a sky blue stage. A little cloud above the top of the apartment resembled a flying bird for a while and then changed to all sorts other shapes that finally became amorphous as it slipped away from my sight. The color of blue did not come for me but instead got carried away by the clouds. Silence filled up my room and I could not get started on everyday business since various thoughts rose like hurricane gale crushing every single nerve in my brain.

A little walk in the park would probably help to get rid of these annoying thoughts that have been haunting and chasing after me for quite a few months. As I lifted up my head, more clouds came into sight. The trees seemed to laugh at the clouds while yet reaching for them with branches that swayed in graceful motions. Trees grow and change and dissipate like their airborne counterparts and so do we. I wished to be as free as clouds drifting toward whereness with my angel beside me and leaving trivial things and sorrow on the ground. The day dream did not last long and cruelness of life brought me back to reality. What exactly am I and what value do I have? As I was pondering over the same question, the answer began to take shape. What am I but a cloud of thoughts and feelings and aspirations? Don’t I put out tentative mists here and there? Don’t I occasionally appear to other people as a ridiculous shape of thoughts without my intending to? Don’t I often drift toward where love is when I feel the breeze of love and the warmth of compassion?

As I looked at the eyes of my little angel I saw the warmth of love and compassion and her beautiful voice rained on my broken soul which was healing at lightening speed. If you don’t call this life what else could you name this? The angel in my life would take a long walk with me toward the future with many uncertainties and yet I could only see brightness and hopes.