Gloria could see the wind.
Because as the clouds moved across the sky, they became delicate wisps of vapor.
Streaking across the atmosphere in a beautiful spectacle.
One that Gloria could slightly not comprehend.
How could the clouds be creating such shapes?
Shapes that were slightly unformed.
As if a great cloud had dispersed into smaller versions of itself.
It was one of the most gorgeous things Gloria had ever seen.
And something she would remember forever.