Dear Winter,
March 25, 2011
With all due respect, please fuck off. I'm done with you. I'm over you like a bad boyfriend. Go back to the Southern hemisphere where you belong right now, because I'm ready to run and bike outside without bundling up, my toes are gasping for air and sunshine, and there's outdoor drinking and eating to be done. And don't come back until late November.
Love and kisses,
-L