Over at Historiann's place, it's "wring." Here, folks are calling it "sprinter."
Here's what it looks like out my back this morning.
Still, it's May. May. MAY!
I like "sprinter" more than "wring" for a couple of reasons. First, it sounds more hopeful. Instead of wringing my hands in frustrations, I'm sprinting towards summer. Second, it fits rhythmically into all the "winter wonderland" and other winter verse stuff. That's important!
There's even a bit of fun to the sprinter craziness around here.
I'm sure putting up big posters in the elevator is somehow against someone's rules. But people just keep adding, and it's been there a while, so I think the powers that be are in sympathy.
Outside my office, though, there is snow, and it's at that beautiful sticky point.
In a spring way, though, it's something all together different.
Back to grading.
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