Kristin Fields Chadwick

I was running on a flooded road. My feet splashing against the marshy ground. The rain slipping down my face. I was scared and crying. I felt so alone along this two way street. But I knew I had help coming. I ran as fast as I could to be in just the right spot. And then I felt her. A long whimsical white swing came down from the sky. It was a beautiful creature with lots of layers of white. Not the typical angel I would imagine but she was magnificent. She did have wings, like a theatrical interpretation with white feathers. But it was so much more than that. Smiling bright even in the darkness of the storm I was in. Her dark long wavy hair flowing behind her. She was not wet with rain. She was dry. She swung down to the street and swooped me up and suddenly I awoke.