Below on the left is an image that caught my eye, and as happens often, it made me think of the story behind it. Was it an accident? A suicide? And then I realized—with her outstretched arms, hair whipping over her eyes—she looked like a lost and falling angel. What could cause her to fall?
What if an equally lost and fallen man found her? What is or could be their story… can two wronged people… make things, right?
“Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light? Or just another lost angel… City of Night…” — Jim Morrison