It was a surprisingly clear night. From this high in the tower, she could see the twinkling lights of the town far away in the valley, the endless mountain surrounded by velvety black forest, the half-moon so close she could reach out her hand and touch it. She wondered how the wind would feel on her face at this height. The windows were covered with glass, possibly to keep the elements from making their way into the room.
Yeah, that's what widows are. What is that sentence? 😆
