"...everybody had a good year, but we never saw the sun shine..."

Perhaps you are wondering where Zok is, or what he is doing...
What is communication like on the fifty-eighth day of absence?
Perhaps you think messages arrive in the form of real post, or sky writing.
But ahhhh, he is too subtle for that, he knows how best to reach a girl who resides in the cold of winter, barely getting along on a diet of oatmeal and peanut butter and jam sandwiches because her rainy disposition has turned to lethargy...