Dahozhoni Meadow runnin'

When he walked into the meadow full of flowers, Bruno could not help but feel out of sorts. Flowers were a spring and summertime flora, not one meant for the bitter cold of winter, right? Yet, here they were. He had no idea that such flowers existed that could persist through months without warmth, but perhaps there was more in life for him to learn. Which, when you think about it, is not that far fetched. He was only a year old, and this was his first winter.