Dear Winter,
We’re through. I’ve had enough of you and your bad behavior – the freezing cold, the bone chilling winds, the ice, the snow, the sleet. It’s time for you to pack your bags and head to the southern hemisphere. Don’t forget to take all those nasty, dirty mounds of ice and snow still hanging around with you when you hit the road.
I got a taste, a tease really, of Spring on Friday, and I want so much more than what you have to offer me. I’m ready to be free of the tyranny of wearing coats. I long to have warm toes again. I dream of exposing my ridiculously pale arms and legs to the sun again, of lounging aimlessly in my little back yard. I want "outside" to be my friend again. I’m so heartily sick of having to pile on layer after layer of clothes to stay warm. I want green grass and leaves on trees and forsythia and azaleas and dafodils. It’s time for a change, Winter.
So, see ya. Don’t go away mad, Winter. Just go away.
Sincerely,
Bad Penguin
Amen sister.