Ms. Angel

“Sometimes a wind comes before the rain and sends birds sailing past the window, spirit birds that ride the night, stranger than dreams”

“She remembered Nana saying once that each snowflake was a sigh heaved by an aggrieved woman somewhere in the world. That all sighs drifted up the sky, gathered into clouds, then broke into tiny pieces that fell silently on the people below. ‘As a reminder of how women like us suffer,’ she’d say. ‘How quietly we endure all that falls upon us.’”