[Vinnie shook his head slightly, and explained.] No, I mean... flowers down here are patient. They get to take it easy and let spring come to them. They have it good.

The mountain's never really warm for long, even in the summer. You gotta grab it while you can. It only lasts a week or two, but every single wildflower on the mountain'll bloom, all at the same time. S'like a rainbow exploded its guts over the place.

But then they're gone, just like that. And the world keeps rolling along. That's their life.

[If there was a point he was going for, Vinnie couldn't remember anymore. Too caught up in the memories of vivid, fleeting flowers.]