Who: Raphael and Benzaiten What: Taking a walk around Central Park Where: Strawberry Fields, Central Park When: Just after lunch on Friday Rating: TBD
There had just been a blizzard the other day, right? There had been so much snow all over everything that Raphael could have sworn that he was in the middle of winter; yet, today as he walked the cemented paths of Central park the gleaming white of snow was giving way to the rich browns of the soil and peaking greens of spring. There was something about the onslaught of spring that made him smile - it was probably all the glory of nature's renewal that made the Angel feel so much closer to the Divine.
His steps were slow and deliberate as he came upon the famed mosaic of "Imagine" where his path and three others merged. Of course there was the spattering of tourists, the few obligatory roses of effigy, and people chattering about this and that. The world felt electric to the angel as he watched the people hustle and bustle about, each on their way to here and there.
Taking up a seat on one of the slightly damp benches Raphael made himself comfortable, still in the scrubs he'd left work in as he hadn't bothered to change. Sure, it was in poor taste to go wandering the city in scrubs - but he just couldn't seem to get himself to stop long enough to focus. The world was full of buzzing mortals and ridiculous immortals - and he had to decide which of the two worlds he ought to place his attention in. That was the rough thing about being set down on the dirt, the feeling of unease, of separation from his Lord.
Sighing, the angel crossed his legs and watched the people a while longer, In this moment he couldn't help but feel connected.