The universe has many ways of speaking to us, messages from strange realms. I have heard that finding a feather means an angel is passing overhead.
I often find a lone feather in my yard.
Today, for the first time, I found a pair of white feathers.
Angel wings was my first thought.
I went out and measured them, why I don’t know, and they were three inches. Then I didn’t want them to be blown away, so I placed them on one of Jaye’s bonsai.
After sending Jaye out in the rain to take the second photo, I sat wondering what these tiny wings might signify.
I don’t like puzzles, so not so good at figuring out what they might mean, if anything. It made me think of the song, the day the music died.
Did an angel die, leaving her wings in my yard?