“It Comes In Threes”

We talked all night, and I hadn’t felt that much peace in years. Her raspy voice was attractive; but the way her eyes lit up when she smiled as we made connections in thought — that same wavelength thing that usually only couples or best friends do — was what I began to really enjoy; even the gloss that came over her eyes when speaking about a soulmate she lost, captivated me in a way that was pure and pleasing to my soul. When you get to experience someone in a vulnerable state of being, yet they are comfortable in handing that to you, never take it for granted.

When I was young, my mother had this thing about angels; she collected those and wind chimes. I assume they both gave her peace, and especially the chimes, would help her to fall asleep at night. I never bought her a wind chime with my little money I was making by delivering newspapers in the middle of the night during summertime; however, I did buy her this little crystal angel. I remember walking by a jeweler, and saw it on a display that wasn’t right in front of me — I caught it in my peripheral as I was gliding by at a good pace, whipping my neck back, catching the sparkle as I looked thru the glass and at the angel, behind glass, on a shelf. I went inside and without hesitation, asked to hold it. The salesman looked at me with a strange curiosity and I was too busy already planning on presenting it to my mother that I didn’t bother telling him what I still…