“What’s your girl like, then?”
“Eh? Wot?”
“That letter you’re writin’. Go on, tell us what she’s like.”
“Aw, my lady, she’s smashin’. Mad, too.”
“Mad? How mad? Does she throw pans and ‘oller?”
“Nah, mad about flowers. An’ clothes. An’ flowers on clothes. She paints roses on ‘er stockin’s and ties wreaths in her cloudy red ‘air…”
“An’ by cloudy, you mean…”
“Sticks out in waves every which way. Ain’t ever lied flat, s’far’s I can remember. Gives kisses of its own, it does.”
“Sounds… strikin’.”

A Note to the Reader:

Everyone has a companion Angel; a celestial being with whom their life and growth are intimately, inseparably entwined.  I’ve recently had the good-fortune to talk with my own Angel, and it is my pleasure to now present the reader with a few of the deeper insights I’ve gained through exploring our connection, and share a good many direct quotations from my Angelic counterpart.