Splinters of a Fractured Mind

Because today was spent in travel and madness, writing suffered. I've also discovered that I cannot write well when over-fed and over-maitai'd. Fact of life. What can you do? I tried to get away from my dialogue crutch this time and work on my description. Thanks, Sage, for the prompt.

World: Angels
Rating: G
Word count: 622
Circumstance: Written at the Royal Pacific

( I've got a pocketful of sunshine - Natasha Bedingfield )