Last week, I was out photographing the beautiful Spring flowers when it began to snow white petals. The petals flooded the streets. It looked like a white blizzard when the wind picked up, and the petals flew sideways like sleet. It felt odd in the warmth of spring to have these images flooding my senses.
Write a poem or short story about an out of place occurrence. Use seemingly contradictory terms or images. What has happened in a natural setting, that has made you feel out of place?
For example, warm April snow.
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