Little bits of angels float within the space surrounding me.
They drop and fall gently finding their way down.
And if I’m lucky
They stop by to say hi
Grace me with their presence.
Those are the bits that come so close
Water bubbles slipping off my hands as I push though the water
Paper confetti set free from the top of a cliff
Tiny insects flying with wind currents
Touching surfaces as they go
Like magic surrounding me
In a dream
Bears Rebellion 12/05/14