Ethereal

Breeze combing her hair. The long grass coming up to her chest, brushing dirt off her as her soles tread across the land. Each step blessing the ground. The bees surround her, attracted to her laugh, more delicious than honey. When she shouts, they shoot up to the soft underbellies of the clouds, splitting it open, revealing the meal of sunlight it had for breakfast. The immortal radiance petting her skin, illuminating her. He must miss his fallen angel.