Dear Summer,
It's only been winter for a month and I already miss you. I miss your hot summer sun and light airy breezes. I miss the days by the pool and the spontaneous ice cream cones. I know our love is slightly forbidden. Everyone here adores winter and skiing. But the heart wants what it wants. When I'm with you, my life is so much easier, so much simpler. There isn't any of this ten-minute bundling up with scarf and gloves just to walk five feet outside. When I'm with you I can just throw on shorts and flip flops and head on my merry way - no muss or fuss.
The bitter wind of winter even makes me forget all your shortfalls. My dearest Summer, I forgive you for all the sunburns, all the sweaty butts stuck to chairs, and all the bug bites. I don't mind having to shave every day or having the chlorine of the pool bleach my hair. I don't mind sand stuck in my bathing suit or blisters from sandals. I would endure each of these pains every day in exchange for you rescuing me from the grasps of winter.
I know I don't appreciate you enough when you are here. When I should be relishing in your warm embrace I am looking fondly towards autumn, anticipating sweater weather and apple picking. In my defense, I never really look forward to winter...except for the Christmas part.
To show you how much you mean to me I will list all the reasons you are my MVS (most valued season). First off, with you, the days are longer and they can be spent outside. That means endless days of running, swimming, and tennis. It means relaxed afternoons sunbathing and reading. Secondly, you are the season of good food. Everyone associates your name with barbecue, fresh corn on the cob, watermelon, and s'mores. Third, you also bring school to an end. You are the season that frees us from the confines of the classroom! No other season can say the same.
In short, I just wanted you to know that as I rush across campus with my face burrowed down in my scarf, trying not to slip in the icy slush, I am dreaming of our reunion. I am counting the days until the world will be green and fragrant again. Please write me back. Help me remember what warmth and freedom feel like. This year I promise to savor every minute we have together.
Your Biggest Fan,
Jesse (and all other winter-haters)
P.S. Or maybe I can come to you? I hear Florida is nice this time of year.
