One evening, while watching dogs cavort about in our garden, I heard something that was not familiar, not a neighborhood sound.
Where was its source? It was not the neighbors; it was a sweet sound and came from above me.
I looked up to the sky once more. What was it? Peering upward, I could see nothing. I checked and yes, my glasses were still perched firmly on my nose. It was a city-lit night sky, dark with ambient light; nothing out of the ordinary.
There! Right in the middle of the sky, almost close enough to touch-- where nothing had been prior, I saw a moving, swirling shape. Occasionally it would swirl and blink an incredible brilliance into my eye, sharp and clear. Breathless with joy in its beauty, I watched it do a slow dance, still winking its brilliance.
The shape changed; clearly I could see a beautiful Angel, dancing in the night sky over Bakersfield, California.
Yes, it might have been the moon covered by cloud wisps, but it had sure looked like a dancing Angel to me.