Angel
The wind blew lightly, brushing the dark brown hair from her face. Her bright
brown eyes twinkled in the pale moonlight. She spread her wings, and gracefully, leapt
into the air, catching another slight gust of air. The breeze was chill, and turned her
cheeks a rosy red. She rose, slowly at first, and then faster, as she progressed. higher and
higher she went, until finally, she was above the clouds, and above the moon, just
floating there in the stars, where angels belonged.
