As she slowly walked through the grass still wet from the morning dew, she stopped on the top of the hill and glared over the valley and onto the hills far in the distance. The sun was peering over the top of the hill in front of her. The fields below shimmered below as if they had been sprinkled with silver glitter. The village stood lifeless before her eyes. The clouds were coloured pinky-red like cotton candy. The breeze with a chill hidden it blow through the trees.