The girl next door is getting married. From her window, Anne looks down as the wedding couple emerges. She looks back at someone in the room, and we see her smile. Maybe her mother asks her if the bride looks pretty. The mundane conversations of an ordinary life.
Looking, for just a moment, at that happy girl, my heart fills. And then, my heart jumps, I know what's coming for Anne.
But, on that bright day, with a couple beginning a new life, Anne must have thought that life was grand, the world outside was full of love and happiness and hope, and it was good to be alive.