Transubstantiation Gabriel had taken place in New York, but only because that is where we are equipped to make the Celestial Neighborhoods transfer faster and more precise. However, his mission would have settled in the West Coast.
In the name of that freedom of choice, also the prerogative of the Winged Servants of the Supreme Will, could decide the place where he established his earthly dwelling. Of course Los Angeles was the
preferred destination for temporary employment in every Angel on Earth, and Gabe went there, initially, by studying the city, the sky above the city, the hidden currents beneath the city, along which moved the energy that should have used or combat, once the Leviathan should wake up.
He took lots of photos of that metropolis, reserving the right to study quietly. It was a place that fascinated him, full of stimulation and vibration, but also wanted to see San Francisco. Why then, finally, all the imaginary land that Gabe had allocated among the ranks of the Guardian Angels of the galactic system, derived from there. Meanwhile, the city bore
the name of the saint's most eccentric and amazing he had ever met, including the balls, a guy who sometimes intimidating even the Son of the Chief, when discussing the best way to advance the Company.
And then, San Francisco was the place where most all of that - at least the most noisy and fun - had happened since, on the beach in Big Sur, Jack, Neal, Allen & Co. launched their "Shouts", then take the anyywhere destination on the road , when, in summer probably brighter than others, Love exploded filling the sky, land, sea and road.
Gabe At this thought, as he sipped a tall coffee in a diner in Glendale, with pictures taken in LA on display in front of him on the table of anodized aluminum.
It was in this posture he found Gracelyn, past, and could not help but notice the snapshots of places known to him, the City of Angels. His gaze did not escape the curious photographer, who still continued to drink his coffee, pretending nothing, not to embarrass the beautiful girl with long hair and bright eyes and emerald.
The next day Gabriel came to San Francisco. With a head full of notes of Quicksilver Messenger Service and Moby Grape, the soul of the verses that resonated with Ginsberg and Ferlinghetti, his eyes full of colors Strawberries and Blood and Clint Eastwood chasing Scorpio, with a 44 Magnum long as the sword of Michael the Archangel, his classmate in high school.
The first stop was the Golden Gate, of course, emergencies and not because he had a postcard. Just what was the most beautiful bridge in the world, the world's most beautiful bay. And while the morning mist began to clear, he realized that miracles happen, and even the angels are allowed to wonder, at least once during their immortal existence. Which, during his apprenticeship, his tutor Daniel had always stressed.
addition to the pylons of the bridge carmine red, flesh tones and most fascinating visionary frame of Vertigo Hitchcock, was the girl in the diner, the one with straight hair and bright , and long skirt that looked like the tail of a siren. She was barefoot, and playing with the water gently bathing the shore. At that moment
Gabe, if he ever even had reservations, he decided that San Francisco would be his home. Later discovered that Grace was living in Los Angeles, and it amused him, thinking absolutely fair: un'Ondina who lived in the City of Angels. An Archangel who lived a stone's throw from the Golden Gate Ocean.
And when the time came for White Beach, at the point where the waves and the clouds are touching, between Frisco and LA, everything became clear, and Gabriel Gracelyn. It began to love each other.
On page 50 ...
The plane began to move down to the Richland Airport Sidney. A soothing muscles and closing his eyes, Gracelyn concentrated, crystallized the time, and in a moment that seemed to last forever, while the atoms of his body breaks down, and then resume form, was on the beach Bianca.
parked without too much care for the shape, cut the engine and sat listening to the noises that came from the island a few dozen yards ahead of him, screaming, police sirens, quick steps. There was a time for horror, and time, after all, had no effect, on White Beach, where he was waiting for Grace.
- From here it is almost unreal ... I mean, it's like watching some weird show, a movie ...
- Yes, it would be nice to stay until the end, mere spectators ... - Grace leaned her head on the shoulder of his Angel, taking his hand in his.
- I would be ... - gaze wandered to Gabe, turned down at that funny-looking world full of excitement, which could be seen from the red couch on the beach between white clouds and waves, like a multifaceted prism, and each side correspond to a place, a time, a different reality, but always part of the One. Gabe smiled all'Ondina barefoot, who returned his smile with a loving gaze.
-Sometimes I get away from all this ... the Kraken, Leviathan ... if it were really a show announced for the current season, a film I've seen, but which do not remember the ending ...
- not a film, unfortunately, Sirenella - interrupted Gabriel, becoming suddenly serious - even if it is a show that is in response to ... forever.
- This time it's up to us to try to write it, that ending ...
- Yeah.
dell'Ondina Gabe shook his hand, gently stroking her fingers - Look! There ... Grace see them? - pointed to a multifaceted prism, the right of center. Gracelyn out his head, but could not make out anything special, just a back and forth in time, a subdued murmur of thoughts, sounds and noises mixed to form a symphony of strange, almost hypnotic.
- Li - Gabe said, approaching the head that of the siren. Her hair was the scent of the ocean in summer, when the seagulls flying towards the rising sun.
- Yes, I see them, now ... - Grace said.
They stood in silence for long moments, watching the boy who listened to concentrate with eyes full of wonder, swinging his legs on the park bench, while the white-haired man's voice reading - Gulliver's Travels , Grace was able to decipher, even from that distance.
- There are fathers who still read books to their children! Look, it's got to page 50 ... - Gabe chuckled.
- Grandpa ... and his grandfather - Grace said, confidently. Gabe turned to stare for a moment, then turned to look in that prism, which contained a planet.
- It 's an absurd world, but sometimes surprising ...
- ... and full of miracles - Grace said.
- Already - Gabe smiled and raised her right hand, where he shone for an instant a diaphanous glow, made up of all colors, which seemed to take the form of a sword of light - and deserves happy ending.
- Yes - Grace kissed his cheek, pressing even closer to him.
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