Dear Winter,
How are you doing? I hope your day is going well. I know that sometimes you get a little hot under the collar and it bothers you but I'm sure you'll figure out a way to make it colder again like you always do. It always makes me smile when the wind hits my eyes and forces them closed. The frozen tears on my eyelashes remind me of you and how much fun we have together.
Winter, I'll be honest, the last six months have been a whirlwind of excitement. You came into my life so unexpectedly back in October. I had no warning and then one day BAM! There you were, waiting with open arms and frosty breath. 10/25/13 will live in my mind as the day my life changed completely. I still can't believe it happened so fast. One day I was sweating to death and then the next morning there was frost on the ground and I could see my breath in brief clouds as I walked to work.
We had so much fun together. Your embrace was full and rich. You clung to the trees and you hugged the buildings with your strong white arms. Your tears covered the streets and sidewalks, making me ever conscious of your presence wherever I went. You even got me out of work for a couple days at the end of January. You knew I needed a break and worked your magic and we had so much fun on those lazy days, building snowmen and having snowball fights.
You didn't give up on me, even when I got tired of being with you. I would hide in my room next to my heater and yet you would climb in through the window and remind me of who you were. You persisted in being there for me. You were strong when I wasn't.
Winter, this is the part of the letter that pains me to write. Please don't hate me. You know how much I like you. We've spent so much time together these last few months. We've laughed and cried and sang and sighed together. It has been magical. We made a frozen wonderland of memories that I will never be able to erase. But, it's time.
It's time for you to let it go. I already have. I'm wearing shorts as often as possible. My flip-flops are dusted off and ready to be worn. My t-shirts have been cleaned and folded and are waiting to see the light of day. My pale arms and legs are yearning to see the sun, to feel the warm caress of Summer as her warm breezes blow across my face. I know you hate Summer so much, but you have to move on. This is the way it has to be. I can't say it any plainer than that. Please, you must go.
I like you Winter. I always will. But I don't like you in the same way you like me. Whatever we had together must become part of our past. I will remember you fondly and I will tell our stories and maybe someday, down the road, if you see me on the sidewalk, don't be afraid to say hi. I always enjoy our talks.
Goodbye Winter.
How are you doing? I hope your day is going well. I know that sometimes you get a little hot under the collar and it bothers you but I'm sure you'll figure out a way to make it colder again like you always do. It always makes me smile when the wind hits my eyes and forces them closed. The frozen tears on my eyelashes remind me of you and how much fun we have together.
Winter, I'll be honest, the last six months have been a whirlwind of excitement. You came into my life so unexpectedly back in October. I had no warning and then one day BAM! There you were, waiting with open arms and frosty breath. 10/25/13 will live in my mind as the day my life changed completely. I still can't believe it happened so fast. One day I was sweating to death and then the next morning there was frost on the ground and I could see my breath in brief clouds as I walked to work.
We had so much fun together. Your embrace was full and rich. You clung to the trees and you hugged the buildings with your strong white arms. Your tears covered the streets and sidewalks, making me ever conscious of your presence wherever I went. You even got me out of work for a couple days at the end of January. You knew I needed a break and worked your magic and we had so much fun on those lazy days, building snowmen and having snowball fights.
You didn't give up on me, even when I got tired of being with you. I would hide in my room next to my heater and yet you would climb in through the window and remind me of who you were. You persisted in being there for me. You were strong when I wasn't.
Winter, this is the part of the letter that pains me to write. Please don't hate me. You know how much I like you. We've spent so much time together these last few months. We've laughed and cried and sang and sighed together. It has been magical. We made a frozen wonderland of memories that I will never be able to erase. But, it's time.
It's time for you to let it go. I already have. I'm wearing shorts as often as possible. My flip-flops are dusted off and ready to be worn. My t-shirts have been cleaned and folded and are waiting to see the light of day. My pale arms and legs are yearning to see the sun, to feel the warm caress of Summer as her warm breezes blow across my face. I know you hate Summer so much, but you have to move on. This is the way it has to be. I can't say it any plainer than that. Please, you must go.
I like you Winter. I always will. But I don't like you in the same way you like me. Whatever we had together must become part of our past. I will remember you fondly and I will tell our stories and maybe someday, down the road, if you see me on the sidewalk, don't be afraid to say hi. I always enjoy our talks.
Goodbye Winter.
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