Angel | Mold, WA | August 2019

Cemetery Visit #2 | A co-worker who spent most nights hunting raccoons pulled me aside one afternoon to confess he saw angels. “You find ‘em glowing in the trees,” he said. “Like fireflies, but bigger.” On a hunt the night before, one persistent angel clung to him through the woods and all the way back to his truck, where it settled on the front of the old Ford. He opened the hood and found opossums warming themselves in the engine compartment. He speculated on the carnage if he’d cranked-up the V8. “But that’s what those angels do,” he chuckled. “Keep life from getting messy.”

[In photo: Headstone in high grass at the Mold Cemetery.]