She is so often present as the sun makes its daily retreat, we imagine she is mysterious as she hides, or does she take refuge in the shadows.? Only a few have truly seen her and they speak only of her luminescent alter ego.
Joseph said he once met an angel on the bullet train between Osaka and Tokyo. I asked him if her wings were feathered, he said “no, it was her smile” and it was gossamer. Joseph said they spoke only briefly, she through long black hair, in Japanese, he in his only language, English. She was reading Murakami he Dostoevsky, she sipped a can of green tea, he a small bottle of Diet Coke. I asked if she had a halo, he said only Mount Fuji wore a halo that day, but he knew for certain she was an angel or at the least a bodhisattva.