Gabriel

The night was quiet and calm. A cool night breeze blew and played in my hair, bringing various scents from the garden. The air hung still, and every breath was saturated to the point of dizziness: with the intoxicating freshness of wild grass, the scent of lilies and rosebushes growing along the long garden fence, and the scent of cherries around suddenly became cloyingly sweet, like fermented jam. The sky above the garden was clear and the embodiment of a deep, black-blue sky. The stars twinkled like bright, prickly white dots, and high in the sky the moon shone like a bright porcelain circle. Anxiety grew in my soul, and then, turning, my gaze slid over the trunk of an old, enormous tree standing in the corner of the garden. Behind it, the silhouette of a true angel shone brightly. The silhouette did not move. It simply was, until it stepped forward to meet me, holding a bouquet of daisies. All that came from him was silence, and something resembling peace. Hello, my child , he said in a gentle voice, extending his hand and smiling tenderly, while the light around him calmed down to a faint flicker.