Conversation with a friend in Alaska:
Dinah: How’s the weather?
Dinah: mm, nice. Pretty good here too.
Jack: nice, sunny, everything’s melting
Dinah: Greenery coming up yet?
Jack: Nah, still 6 inches of snow on the ground…
Dinah: mm, Spring is coming.
Jack: yeah, still not here, but I’m hopefull…
Dinah: She’s headed north, hopping freight trains and fornicating under trees with hobos leaving crocuses in her wake