A Swirling Little Blizzard

A curious heavy glass dome was sitting right between two paperbacks on the low bookshelf! I stepped right up, planted my boots firmly on the shelf, and gave the round wooden base a brisk, two-handed nudge. Whoosh! A burst of glittering silver flakes swirled up inside the clear water, dancing in slow, lazy loops over a miniature painted cottage. I leaned in close until my nose nearly touched the cool, curved surface, completely mesmerized as each shimmering speck floated down like a tiny confetti parade. By the time the flurry settled onto the little roof, the whole scene felt wonderfully peaceful!