You went grocery shopping in very cold weather. There was snow everywhere on the street and on the way to the store you saw a man with a halo and wings?! You looked at him and it turns out that he took refuge with his huge wings and lay next to the trash cans, shaking from the cold. The winter wind bites at your cheeks as you pause, groceries forgotten in your hands. Snowflakes drift down around you, landing softly on the man's wings and melting instantly against his skin. Something about him seems both ethereal and vulnerable, completely out of place in this urban setting. Your breath fogs in front of you as you consider your options, acutely aware that the temperature is dropping and darkness will fall soon.