She has never turned a head or saved a world.

Her neighbors hear flour when what she means is flower.

Mostly gravity’s laws confuse her.

But even so – even so – she loves her life in a tone that angels can’t help but hum.

And sometimes that tune gets stuck in an angel’s head and the angel sings along while dusting the corners of eternity.

And sometimes the angel flies to the girl – who is at once a woman – and whispers the song back into her ear.

It always happens right on time, right when the woman – who is at once a girl – was wondering what it’s all for.

She hears her melody and feels the harmony and she remembers.