The Window

To outsiders,  the window wouldn't appear to be anything out of the ordinary. It was made up of two panes of glass, opening up in the middle by a turning handle. Occasionally,  especially in the summer months, the wooden panes would expand in the heat and the window would let out a horrific groan, as though it were struggling to push back upon he who disturbed his peace. On other occasions, quite the opposite would occur. A huge gust of wind might blow from the outside inwards, forcing the window open and rattling its glass panes in great triumph of its might and power. But for onlookers, this would have still been considered an ordinary window.
If is only on closer inspection that one may notice that this was no ordinary window. It's colour was a distinctive, unnatural stark white, which illuminated the living room it aboded. It would somehow hypnotically draw a person towards it, by its sheer luminosity, and one may realise that this was far from an ordinary window. The view it looked over was of a huge green field, with an abundance of nature and wild animals within it. In the foreground was a little river which ran down from a mountain which could be seen in the far distance. However,  it is not until one would open the window that one would realise the sheer beauty of it. The window brought us sounds - sounds of the birds chirping, of the wind whistling,  and of the stream resonating it's beautiful song of peace. The breathtaking combination of view and symphony would make it hard,  even for an outsiders to claim that this was just an ordinary window.

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I was bored and Father challenged me to write about one of the windows in our living room. This is the first and only draft which took roughly 10 mins to compose and write, but I feel it was pretty successful so I wanted to share it with you!