Flying

I was sitting on the porch. It was hot and clear, and I looked up at the sun overhead. The awning obscured its orb, but it was radiant, and illuminated a large part of the sky in a pale blue.
To my amazement, I could see angels. An uncountable amount, gliding in all directions, interacting with each other. They were tiny and white - the closer you looked at them, the harder they were to perceive.
Way way way higher up, they moved around the sun in slow circles, and in that moment I knew that everything was going to be okay.