In the Woods When First We Met

67. Angels

Anne's pace to the woods was quicker today, and not because of the cold.

She had a bounce in her step.

"Most gracious Heavenly Father," she sang out loudly, "How ever did you think of the idea for snow? Did the angels help?"

Then she had a lovely thought and asked, "Do they scatter it from their wings?"

She stooped down and gathered up a handful of snow and threw it up in the air. She tilted her face up to the sky and felt the snow falling over her.

They're angel's kisses, she thought happily.

"Hello," Gilbert said, smiling as he approached her.

"Good morning, Gilbert!" She said, smiling at him.

It was her old smile, the one that seemed to have gone into hibernation.

Today it was back in all its glory.

"Good morning," he said, his smile looking to her just like the sunrise.

"I take it things went well yesterday?" he asked.

She stopped. "Well- no-" she began smacking her gloves to get the caked snow off. "I didn't tell them."

Gilbert had a brief look of disappointment cross her face, but quickly replaced it with a smile. "You're feeling better, though?"

"Yes," she said. "How could anyone not be gloriously happy when the angels have seen fit to bless us with fairy dust from heaven?"

Gilbert laughed. He had no idea what she was talking about, but he loved her for it.

They continued on their way to school. Today they wouldn't be late.

The snow covered everything up, Anne thought.

It covered the dirty ground, and everything that happened on it.