There was only one window in her room through which she could observe the world. Through it, she learned how majestic and detached mountains can be, how gentle and formidable clouds can be. She saw the leaves on the trees change color, since their very birth until the moment they succumb to the autumn wind, fall off the branch and spread all over the earth, protecting it from winter frosts.

Through this window she saw the sun and moon replace each other, not leaving people without their light for a single day. She saw people. Friends, family and just passersby. She saw them laugh and cry, run about their business and freeze in place, looking at something in the distance, she saw them quickly achieve their goals and lose their way, love and hate forgive and take revenge, she saw how they are born and how they die.

She looked at the world through this window and accepted it the way it is. She never wanted to change a thing about it. Never before.

One day she began to notice that everything around her was losing color. That the color palette of the world and the range of emotions are not as bright as they used to be.

It seemed to her that now she was looking at everything through the blurry film, as if a passing car swept past her and plunged her window into a ton of dirty water accumulated on the pavement after yesterday’s bad weather. And no matter what she did, she could not get rid of the feeling that even tropical downpours would not be able to restore her window to its former purity.

Once she passed by a cathedral with stained-glass windows. Huge windows, seemingly of infinite height, were woven from colored pieces of glass, forming pictures on the outside.

She went into this cathedral and suddenly realized that if she looks separately through each piece, she can paint the world in any color that she chooses. In a snap of a finger, the thought popped into her head that these small pieces of colored glass do not just create a picture, they are able to magically change the very course of things and the laws of nature. Now she saw that the sky could be red-orange not only at sunset.

She decided. Her window will never be the same.