Angel

It is not true to say that they come and go - they are always here - but sometimes they are easier to see than at other times. The light just before dawn - the cold light that on the warmest Summer's evening makes you want to wrap your arms around yourself - that particular light seems to bring them out of the shadows. And the way that the sounds of even the busiest street seem to recede at that time makes it possible to pick out the impossibly quiet, not-quite-there murmurings that they make as they move about, intent on their own business.