angel

Chateau de Chambord Loire Valley, 1987 My mother occupies her own light at the lowest aperture of winter. She is bundled up, walking Angel, her Golden— long dead now—from the carriage-house hotel where we are staying toward the black trees where kings of Europe once hunted. Thin snow...

Amazing things angels, do you realize that mankind can count on his hand the things usually prayed to? Gods, Saints, Angels. as a group, Angels seem to rank right up there as pretty special. We name them, give them specific jobs or titles, classify them and give them rank even. From what I can...