Thousand: Six Hundred Ninety

that, who knows, really? Except. You kind of expect an angel to be kind of uh scary.” “Sublime?” offers an older woman. “That means scary and beautiful?” “Filling one with awe. Dread, in the sense of feeling your smallness before the immensity and indifference of the mountain. It is supposed to be inspiring, I believe. Viewing the sublime. And intimidating.” “Right. You’ve got where I’m coming from. I mean, I’m not saying this angel was a cuddly stuffed bunny with glitter in its fur. But he uh she whatever sorry this angel was comforting. Like, I just felt all right.