“Yes, it’s spring alright,” said the babushka selling flowers by the metro entrance today, casting a sly eye in my direction. Lady, I couldn’t agree more. And if I had any cash left in my pocket, I would have bought all your flowers off of you, and brought them home, stuck them in a vase, and ran my fingers over the petals as I watched the sun go down over the Moscow River. But since I’ve done all of that in my head, it must count for something. Surely.
Natalia A. 
Giiiiiiiiiirl. Looks like someone’s having herself some fun. And she damn should be.
A+ on the gif.