She looked at the sky. Cloudy–it was cloudy and windy. And the air smelled of rain. That didn’t surprise her. The weather matched her mood. No, not this one either, she thought. I’ve looked and nothing. Nothing to be found. Now what? She threw her hands up in the air. What will happen now? What’s next? She had perseverance and drive. She didn’t give up easily. But maybe she had to give up now, or at least give herself a break. She needed a rest. For many years she had lived hard. She had to rest somewhere, under a tree, under something not harsh and bitter.