As I flung the window open, sun rays invaded the room accompanied by a cool breeze driving the mustiness out of the room. I took a deep breath and leaned on the window sill, looking out.
The wet leaves of the trees lining the muddy road to the outhouse reflected the sunlight giving the trees a golden glint.
The battle was over. The faraway hills, like a victorious army, basked in the glory of the sun. The towering mountains had slowly begun to emerge from their dark caves. White clouds floated across the sky like spirits. The breeze flowing over the meadows seemed to soothe the wounded soldiers.
I smiled to myself, not knowing why. I just felt happy.
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