The angel appeared from behind me at the parking meter, behind Belfast’s City Hall. My credit card wouldn’t work. I had no cash to pay with. But this angel from a different dimension gave me the money and said, “We won’t need it; we’re going back to Ireland.”
I was grateful for the kindness.
I was a bit bemused at the state(s) of Ireland.
I thought the mockingbird would leap for joy, or laugh at least. And I wondered, as I do…
could I follow the angel to the place where my money has no value? And could I bring the values of the angel to the money of my place?