I am officially breaking up with Winter! It's not Winter's fault. It's me. I thought I had the midwestern moxie to find the quirky, numbness of winter fun and adventuresome. I am not that person anymore. I think we've just grown apart. I am ready to move on from snowshoeing, shoveling and 4WD. I am ready to grow and see new seasons.
Winter, you really must stop snowing and blowing. Please don't cry anymore freezing rain. I will always love you. I will remember fondly your frostiness and glistening drifts.
But, I can't see you anymore, Winter. It is not healthy for me. I am weary from shoveling and snow blowing. It's not you, really. It's me. Your beauty sparkles, your flakes form perfectly and your power is mighty.
You bury me in your icy piles and frosty window panes…
Honestly, I am tired of snowshoeing and sledding. The intrigue and wonder has worn off. I have faithfully tromped through your drifts; marveled at your creations. I have enjoyed our time together, crunching through the woods. The adventure of an evening hike with headlamps cutting through the dark to highlight the tiny bits of white flakes, was a delightful double date. I appreciate our time together, the lessons you've taught me and the gifts you brought. I just can't accept your gifts anymore.
I find myself yearning for something different. Something you can't give me. I need to grow. I need to see more of the world than white drifts and icy piles.
I think I want to hang out with Spring.
Spring and I deserve a chance. We would like to get to know each other better. So, Winter, you've been great but I am moving on. I will always love you.
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