Life seems but a quick succession of busy nothings. ~ Jane Austen

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Dear Snow

Dear Snow,
As much as I think you are beautiful, and peaceful, you bring the cold, and I hate cold. When I was done working at the tubing park I said 'now the snow may go'. You didn't, so I went snowboarding. When I was done snowboarding I said 'NOW the snow can go'. At first you didn't. But last weekend's beautiful weather gave us all the impression you were gone til next year. Congratulations, you have deceived us all. You have come back with a vengeance, one final taunt before spring. Now. You may go. Please leave us and do not return til November. 

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