Broken Angel

Last year I received a wonderful gift from someone in my family. It was a decorative glass angel, complete with wings and holding a star. I placed it on my window sill, thinking it would be a perfectly safe place for it to stand. However, the first time I opened my window, the wind blew it over and broke off one of its wings. I was upset, but still thought the thing looked nice so I kept it, but placed it more in the corner, away from the wind and in safe surroundings. But the other day I managed to knock the poor thing over myself, breaking its last and only wing. Now the thing is surely destroyed and ready for its final resting place in the garbage can, but I think it looks even cooler now. There is something poetic about having an angel without wings standing in my window.