Blissfully, she sat on the porch swing. Watching grey clouds drift by so mindlessly. Bumping against one another along the way. Fingers brushed back almond locks, which obstructed from her ability to view the skies. As gloomy and depressing most would describe it, she found it beautifully painful weather. Soon, all of heaven would cry and the earth would find its sweet relief from the once blazing heat. She found comfort in that. Emily hummed, fingers tap and dance along bare kneecaps in rhythm. She simply loved calming days like this. Where nobody saw beauty, she did. She found it so free.