Your True Tales
February 2004 – Page 4

Angel in the Clouds
by Edie Tucker

Having just finished work for the day as a nurse clinician at a busy city hospital, I was pleased when my son came to pick me up to go shopping. I slipped into the driver's seat and proceeded west toward the Verizanno-Narrows Bridge on the Belt Parkway in Brooklyn, where the the traffic slowed to a snailspace and then stopped dead. I glanced up above the Warbassie Housing complex, on the left, and noticed an unusuall phenomena.

It was a sunny, late afternoon and the cloud formations were beginning to pick the soft gold, lavender and pink colors of sunset. Most of the clouds were moving in waves and rolling rhtymically across the sky. As I continued to observe, since traffic was no longer moving, I noticed something I thought to be rather remarkable. There appeared a window-like space in the midst of this ocean of clouds, that was somewhat ovoid, like the outline of an wide open eye. Although all the clouds around it were moving with some rapidity, this "window" seemed suspended in space, unaffected by the light but steadily drifting winds that maintained all of the other clouds in motion, above, below and all around the "opening," while the background within the "window" remained clear bright blue. Neither did any clouds drift across it. Its domain remained isolated from all the activity occuring around it.

In the foreground, there appeared an angel-like apparition, at first faint, but quickly increasing in definition, so that all its fine features became clearly visible. It was Raphaelian, with flowing robe, curled tresses, folded wings, and holding a torch-like object in front of itself in distinct in tones of gray and white. I brought it to the attention of my son in the pasenger seat beside me. Interestingly, he clearly identified the static formation of this "window in the sky" in it's surrounding sea of clouds, but noted that what he saw quite clearly was a large cross.

I looked up again and the angel-like object had become even more clearly defined. I requested my son to look carefully once more. Again he studied it, feeling what we were witnessing was unusual, but he saw only a large, well-defined cross or crucifix. (I felt that him seeing a cross was even unusual, since we are not Christians in the religous sense of the word.) I looked about to see if the other drivers on the road near me had noticed. Mainly, they were looking ahead, disgruntled, waiting for traffic to move. I marked at least five minutes on the clock until the traffic began to move again and I had to proceed, although I would have preferred to continue to observe.

The image's cofiguration had not as yet deteriorated one iota in all the time I observed it. If one is a cloud watcher, one is familiar with the ebb and flow of clouds into different shapes, even when the sky is relatively static. This, as I stated, remained clear and extremely well-defined for an extended period of time in an otherwise rapidly changing skyscape. The next day, I checked with co-workers and with the local papers to see if anyone else had witnessed this sight, but found no evidence to that effect. I still search the sky, when I can, for the angel in the window, but have never again experienced it.

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