Dear winter,

This is hard for me to write because we've had a lot of good times in the past. I can still remember playing in your snow and enjoying toasty hot chocolate in the cold frosty air. And yet, despite our fond history, I am so done with you.

I am beyond tired of having to wear at least 3 layers just to go outside. It is such a hassle and while I first thought it endearing, now this quirky habit of yours is just plain annoying. It's hard to move when you're wearing six shirts and two pairs of pants. Frankly, I've had enough of that.

Not to mention, you have been having constant mood swings lately and it is just too much to handle. One day you're 65 degrees and the next day there is a blizzard. Your unpredictability used to seem spontaneous, but now I'm finding myself unprepared more and more often. I can't even count all of the mittens that are now without their match because of your random warm stretches.

You are constantly making me late Winter. Your snow suffocates the roads, my car is often frozen shut, and occasionally, your treacherous black ice makes me slip and slide. Teasing and joking around is okay, but now that I've fallen straight on my butt, it isn't so funny anymore.

Don't even get me started on your wind chill. A nice breeze is alright once in a while, but when the "feels like" is 4 degrees for a week straight, that is something I can't get on board with. We've tried to compromise before, but I don't see either of us budging anytime soon on the issue.

Winter, you're nice to have around for a little while, but I don't see this working out long term. Now that March is more than halfway done, I think it is really time for you to hit the road. I'd say that "it's not you, it's me" but that would be a lie. It is you. I'm leaving you for spring.

Sincerely,

Me