Swan angel lives in the mountains, and rests under waterfalls at dawn. She watches the golden honey light drape over the clouds. She feels oneness with this sweet, heavy, swelling energy of beauty. The clouds shift around her, too fast to land on, each dissolves into a new shape and texture endlessly. She keeps flying softly, carefully, noticing everything around her reorganizing itself. There is order in the symphony of living things. There is an understanding of oneness as all things move and transform. A flowering bush glows with fresh blossoms, the scent awakens her heart to the sensation of spring. Fresh blossoms soon loose their newness, fading, disappearing into the wind. She rides the waves of the wind with her two wings. She feels the mist tickle her cheeks, the drizzle of rain on her eyelashes. Daylight soon fades too. She cherishes the blue hour, the haze of dusk cleansing the air and earth beneath her. She flies quickly through the blue haze, catching the sight of peach clouds covered in rays of twilight. The moon rises, taking its time to rest in the night. The moon hovers by her side, following her as she flies. Swan angel and the moon. Nature understands itself, the moon listens to our prayers at night.

Moments in Love

Kara-Lis Coverdale