Amid the maple tree grove

The slightest breeze blew by, whipping her hair all around her face and then back in a flow so smooth, it seemed unreal. Light brown strands all around her, hiding her momentarily. Gina looked up and in her sharp hazel eyes, a deep moment of sadness resided. Her fingers gently pushed the hair from her face, then
wrapped it all up into a ponytail at the nape of her neck. Her back pressed into the maple tree shed grown so fond of during her time at her aunts house. Her face, towards the sky, eyes closed, hands in the soil. She relaxed, shoulders dropped, her chest rising and falling softly with every breath. "I can feel them", she thought, gaining a sense of peace. She'd never told a soul that she could feel clouds. At least, not until today.