The sunlight
lit her hair
and I stood silent,
wondering
exactly how many
angels
were walking around
with absolutely
no idea
of the wings
that are hiding
beneath their
own skin.
~Tyler K. G.
***
I'm sitting outside, painting the clouds.
I've never painted outside before, because I knew what the reaction would be.
Or so I thought.
I ignore the growing audience.
The eyes that are upon my back.
The sky.
Just concentrate on the sky.
I sit there for an hour more before I finally brave turning around.
About thirty pack member sit there, eyes wide as they take in my stained hands and sky canvas.
"It's beautiful Luna," one voice speaks out above the crowd.
I blush and turn away, nodding my acknowledgment.
My hand is shaking now that I know how many people are w
