She had been an angel for coming up on 10 years and in all that time nobody had told her

this was possible. The

fact that it could ever happen never even entered her mind. Yet there she stood, with the undeniable evidence
sitting on the ground before her. Angels could lose their wings. "Are you getting my texts???" she texted to him.
He glanced at it and chuckled under his breath. Of course he was getting them, but if he wasn't getting them,
how would he ever be able to answer? He put the phone down and continued on his project. He was ignoring her
texts and he planned to continue to do so. She was aware that things could go wrong. In fact, she had trained her
entire life in anticipation that things would go wrong one day. She had quiet confidence as she started to see that
this was the day that all her training would be worthwhile and useful. At this point, she had no idea just how
wrong everything would go that day. It was always the Monday mornings. It never seemed to happen on
Tuesday morning, Wednesday morning, or any other morning during the week. But it happened every Monday
morning like clockwork. He mentally prepared himself to once again deal with what was about to happen, but
this time he also placed a knife in his pocket just in case. Her breath exited her mouth in big puffs as if she were
smoking a cigarette. The morning dew had made her clothes damp and she shivered from the chill in the air.
There was only one thing that could get her up and out this early in the morning. Then came the night of the first
falling star. It was seen early in the morning, rushing over Winchester eastward, a line of flame high in the
atmosphere. Hundreds must have seen it and taken it for an ordinary falling star. It seemed that it fell to earth
about one hundred miles east of him. He couldn't move. His head throbbed and spun. He couldn't decide if it
was the flu or the drinking last night. It was probably a combination of both. Welcome to my world. You will be
greeted by the unexpected here and your mind will be challenged and expanded in ways that you never thought
possible. That is if you are able to survive... Life isn't always beautiful. That was a lesson that Dan was learning.
He also realized that life wasn't easy. This had come as a shock since he had lived a charmed life. He hated that
this was the truth and he struggled to be happy knowing that his assumptions weren't correct. He wouldn't
realize until much later in life that the difficult obstacles he was facing that were taking away the beauty in his
life at this moment would ultimately make his life much more beautiful. All he knew was that at this moment
was that life isn't always beautiful. What have you noticed today? I noticed that if you outline the eyes, nose,
and mouth on your face with your finger, you make an "I" which makes perfect sense, but is something I never
noticed before. What have you noticed today? They had always called it the green river. It made sense. The river
was green. The river likely had a different official name, but to everyone in town, it was and had always been
the green river. So it was with great surprise that on this day the green river was a fluorescent pink. The trees,
therefore, must be such old and primitive techniques that they thought nothing of them, deeming them so
inconsequential that even savages like us would know of them and not be suspicious. At that, they probably
didn't have too much time after they detected us orbiting and intending to land. And if that were true, there could
be only one place where their civilization was hidden. He read about a hike called the incline in the guidebook.
It said it was a strenuous hike and to bring plenty of water. “A beautiful hike to the clouds” described one
review. “Not for the faint-hearted,” said another. “Not too bad of a workout”, bragged a third review. I thought
I’d hike it when I fly in from Maryland on my day off from the senior citizen's wellness conference. I hiked 2
miles a day around the neighborhood so I could handle a 1.1-mile hike. What a foolish mistake that was for a
70-year-old low-lander.