Petunias

You run to the window, it’s snowing!

Ah wait, are those snowflakes?

No… what is falling from the sky?

Ah, Petunias.

They float lazily through the breeze, softly touching the green grass.

Not a sound to be heard, just the soft chirping of a nearby mockingbird.

The air smells clean and fresh, with a sweet scent emanating from the white flowers.

They cover the ground like a fresh layer of untouched snow.

The sun shines bright, reflecting off the many beautiful flowers, temporarily blinding you.

What a day to be alive!

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