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As I drank my orange juice, I looked out the window. The sun wasn't directly in the picture but it's rays were strong enough to be known and felt. I looked in the other direction trying to protect my fragile eyes. I only realized a second later that these are the things that I should be looking at. If my eyesight were to be taken away, it is this that I would want to remember. More than cotton balls, less than clouds, leaving trails of white smoke. The trees were diverse in their colour of green, one varying sharply from the next, but the beauty was all the same. The branches could be seen through the patches of leaves, sort of like mother nature's tangled fingers. If I hadn't looked at down at the bottom half of my window I and seen the houses, I would have sworn I was in a different world.