It was 80*F here in North Texas yesterday. It felt more like spring than the end of December, so I had to create a scene with lots of flowers!

Here's the story to go with the picture:
Clara stood within the heart of the story, her fingers brushing the soft feathers of a dove as sunlight danced through the garden around her. She was part of the tale, a living character bound to the magic of the book’s pages. Outside, a curious dog perched on a stack of weathered tomes, peering into her world with wide, wondering eyes. To him, the book was a portal, and Clara a distant friend just out of reach. The boundaries between reality and imagination blurred, reminding all who beheld it that stories are more than words—they are worlds waiting to be explored.