Okay, who was the fool who wrote a few weeks ago that he wanted more snow. I believe he even challenged Mother Nature to “let it snow, let it snow.”
Um, yea, that was me. Yea, that was stupid. Well, I’m officially done. The first day of Spring — March 20 — isn’t for another 27 days and I’m done. I’m done, done, done with the snowy white flakes. I’m done with the cold bitter winds. I’m done with the surprise snow storms that local meteorologists start out by calling for a dusting, but Mother Nature steps in and lets drop a good five to six inches of the white stuff, to go on top of the white, gravelly icy crust that’s already on the ground.
Winter can leave for all I care, it can walk right out the door. No goodbyes, no see ya laters. No trading of cell phone numbers. It can just head out to sea. I, for one, will shed no tears. I’m sure my frustration has been affected by the latest dump of snow. I’m sure Covid and the need to continue to work from home are big contributors too.
God gives us the seasons so that we can be thankful for our many blessings, I’m convinced of it, but by this point in the year, I’m done. I’m ready to move on. I want summer back. I want spring and it’s hopefulness of what’s to come. I want warm ocean breezes. I want summer walks in the mountains. I wouldn’t even mind brisk fall evenings, the kind of night where you wear shorts and a sweatshirt, but I know I’m probably asking for too much there.
I never thought of myself as a snowbird, you know the type, the ones that head to warmer climbs in the winter, but I might just be changing my stripes.
Yes, yes, I know I’m complaining, but winter out of all the seasons, always seems to overstay his welcome and it’s time for him to hit the bricks. Bouncer, it’s time you kick this drunken fool out the door! And don’t let the door hit you (winter) on the way out! Who’s with me?
“Spring passes and one remembers one’s innocence.
Summer passes and one remembers one’s exuberance.
Autumn passes and one remembers one’s reverence.
Winter passes and one remembers one’s perseverance.
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