Wednesday, December 8, 2010

It Can't Be

Dear Winter,

I'm so confused. Are we over? So quickly? Why?

I know we don't have the best of relationships, but every time you come back into my life I'm so excited to see you. Your snow lifts my spirits and helps me look forward to the end of the year. I know, I know, after a couple of months I have nothing good to say about you, but that doesn't give you any right to taunt me like you're doing.

And I'll admit, I was pretty disappointed by the blizzard-that-wasn't-really last month, but that's hardly the fault of either of us. Could we help that all the news people freaked out and over-hyped the storm? Don't let them dictate what you do. What we do.

It's been so bewildering watching all the snow melt this past week. So perplexing to hear it raining outside. It's the beginning of December, Winter, so why when I go outside do I find myself wondering if it's not really the end of March?

It's not that I have anything against Spring . . . and I think you know that. Spring and I have a much more stable relationship than we do, there's no denying that. I always look forward to Spring's arrival, and I'm never glad to see it go. We both know that the same can't be said of you. But there's also no denying that there is a passion in our relationship that Spring just can never match. I don't get excited watching snow melt. I don't post ecstatic facebook statuses about the first flowers blooming. Easter is always Easter no matter what the weather is like. There are only two holidays for which I need - need! - a specific type of weather to feel complete. The second holiday is coming quickly, and I need the weather that only you can provide - please don't let me down.

Please, will you at least tell me if I should just put off buying closed toed shoes for another year? I already bought some wonderfully cute boots (mostly) just for you.

If this truly is an early goodbye, I suppose I will just have to accept it, won't I? But please, as you leave, just know that for the first time ever you've left me well before I've had enough of you. Know you'll have broken my heart and I'll be counting the extra large number of days until we can be together once again.


P. ost S. cript
Perhaps I can tempt you back to me with an icy serving of fail?

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