She looked into the sky and found a reflection of herself gliding over the clouds. What she saw was nothing she understood, neither something that could be explained or repeated. She was aware of that, and tried to follow the shmmering pictures as they disappeared with the clouds. She sanked her eyes and focused her view on an old dirty leave lying in front of her feet. Slowly, she bent and put it up. It was a bit gloomy, like if it had been lying in the dirt and in the puddle in which the rain keeps dropping for too long. She didn't mind the dirt that would remain on her hands until she'd come home again. Slowly, she unbent. Again, she looked into the sky with a knowing expression on her face, yet lacking a sense of complete understanding. Suddenly, a strong breeze would rip off the leave, take it out of her hand, and hrow it into the air. She watched it flying into the sky, to meet with the reflection of her.
