It was a cloudy day, as cloudy as it could be. The sky was a uniform shade of white, interrupted only by occasional wisps of cloud. Nothing out of the ordinary, really. But on this particular cloudy day, something very unusual happened. A woman, dressed in a vivid red coat and carrying a battered old suitcase, stepped off the curb and into the middle of the road. Traffic came to a halt around her, honking their horns and shouting in frustration. Pedestrians stopped in their tracks, watching her with a mixture of curiosity and annoyance. The woman paid them no mind, her gaze fixed firmly on the clouds above. As she stood there, the clouds began to part, revealing a small patch of blue sky. The woman tilted her head back, letting the sunlight warm her face. Then, with a sudden burst of movement, she threw herself forward, arms outstretched. To the onlookers, it appeared as if she were trying to embrace the sky. But as she reached up towards the clouds, something extraordinary happened.