Halo

He adjusted his halo after it had tilted lopsidedly to the right, casting nasty bright spots into his eyes. The halo dropped back. He bent and picked up a twig from the ground, then placed it between the halo and his head. He sighed and waited on the park bench. The majestic trees, colored to autumn colors, rose behind him, casting shadows on the spot. Like many others in the park, he was there to wait for someone. And like the others, he was there to meet her.

And she came, like she ...