Angels have no halos

There are nights that have longer until the morning than other nights. Nights where sleeplessness is slowly creeping through the dark. Nighttime darkness that the nightmare  happy riding. 
The televisions nightly broadcast  brings no peace.
Funny sitcoms gives no  laugh.
Perhaps a nightly walk with my fury friend will give some willingness to sleep.

The Tundra of Vallby is unusually quiet. Embraced by the chilly darkness we walk the deserted paths.
In the distance we see a newspaper deliveryman with frozen fingers  realize that spring is sleeping at night.
In the so-called Adventure Park on Vallby we see an elderly woman sitting on a park bench.
Her clothing is not found in fashion stores. When we get into her vision she sees us and smiles. A smile revealing teeth that have seen better days. Her eyes are warm and tender.
- What a nice dog you have, she says in a voice that reveals a foreign origin:
- Thank you, says the night wanderer.
- Come and sit here for a while, we'll talk.
My fury friend has alreadymade up his mind. He is already sitting  in front of the old woman and watching her with his black eyes full of trust.
The Nightwanderer sits down next to the woman.
- Do you want a cup of coffee, she says.
From a  worn out bag, she takes out an old thermos. A thermos with a lid in the yellowed plastic that also can be used as a mug. The pleated thermos body had lost almost all its color, but one could imagine that it once was red. She wipes the plastic cup with a flick of the shabby coat.
- Unfortunately I have no sugar, she says, and he really feels her sadness at not being able to offer it.
TheNightwanderer drink in small sips the hot coffee. It tastes a little bitter without sugar, he thinks.
- Thank you, it tastes good in the cold, he says.
She smiles at him and the kindness, the dark eyes reflecting brings a calmness to him.
- I know, she says, that during days that passed you were encountered much grief, but you have let him wear it!
- What?
His surprise is sincere. Not, he thinks, that he has met so much grief. Not more than many other people. Not all the times he has let him wear it either. In many ways, he meant his own shortcoming he has to deal with  himself.
- I know your questions and doubts, she said. But be aware, that even if you do not voluntarily put your burdens on him, he has been there and helped you carry. How can you deal with the concerns your night wear. Your sighs are heard already!
The dark silence embraced them. The old woman scratched his fury friend behind his ear.
- The Lord that you confess, already know the meaning of your sighs. So you can leave them and the rest good at night!
She screwed with long slender fingers the golden plastic lid back on the thermos and stuffed it in the worn out bag!
- Yes, I have to leave, said the nightwalker. I  once again say thanks for the coffee and chat.
She nodded! 

The fury friend and the nightwanderer continued his night journey. They turned around, but the  old lady was gone.
A few hours of sleep in own bed gave a new zest for the new day! After the usual breakfast they went back out for a walk. They passed the site of the nightly talk. In the, now empty site was a single white feather! That's when the idea struck him:
Angels don't have halos!