Spring is a smile
"Spring!" scoffed the old, German man, who works on the 4th floor. "In the Old Country, we had a real spring." He leaned on the railing and looked out at the few budding trees nearby. "Here? Spring is a like a beauiful lady, passing quickly with a smile. It is a romance, you see. We wait for her all year, in marvelous anticipation. She never stays to pass the day." A cold breeze came by, and he paused to light his smoke. "Spring! Bah!"