It fell to the ground floating softly and drifting like
a snowflake.
A single white feather. Not pure white, a little tattered
and worn.
The young woman saw it fall and felt the need to stop
and pick it up.
As she held the delicate feather, she looked up to see
if she could see
where it had come from.... a bird most likely, she thought.
But she couldn't see any birds, the sun was so bright,
it hurt her
eyes to look upward.
As she studied the feather in her hand,
she cupped it she held it to her cheek. noticing
that it was still
warm.
In that moment she thought she felt it as though it was
alive still.
The young woman had a sudden vision in her mind of a
very young
angel. She had no idea what put this in her mind, but
she definitely
had a picture of a small little child laughing and tumbling
among the
clouds. She felt a great peace come over her. She put
the feather
carefully in her pocket, and smiling continued on her
way. Not
realizing that this was the child to be, the child that
would soon
become her daughter. She crossed the street on her way
to her
Doctor's office.
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