Wings

Beautiful birds flying in the clear blue sky. Not a cloud in sight. What's that there? It looks like a cloud made of feathers. Has my perfect day been ruined? No, it can't be. The lovely sight turns it's body at a 90* angle and I can see it now. So gracious. With shimmering golden hair and bronze-skin. A boy. No, a man. He was more mature looking than a boy around my age. I stared, occasionally looking over my shoulder.