Each morning he walked by the angel. At first he looked and marveled at the beauty and the pose,
In time he quit seeing her, she became no more than a mile marker showing how much further he had to walk.
Each night he walked by the angel. At first he looked at her wings and was awestruck by the detailed feathers. Her unsteady seat and the curve of her back made her look alive. In time she became a landmark telling him he was almost to the market where he would purchase his dinner.
This morning she watched him, he didn't notice. A tear ran down her cheek.
Tonight she rose from her seat and spoke to him, “You have walked far enough.”
His eyes open to the sky, the rain fell, he had walked far enough.