A note

Oh my love, Winter, how I've missed you these long months. I can barely recall the last time you kissed my cheeks rosy, or my fingers tingly. When did you last energize me with your icy touch? Too long. Too long since I felt your frigid breath ripping through my threadbare leggings on my morning walk. I can't believe you're finally back. Your gusts, remonstrate me, sting like a slap, and bow my head more effectively than a scolding parent. As quickly as your anger comes, it goes, and the crisp coolness of your apology assuages all ills. When you're around, Winter, I feel alive. I've a hurry in my step and a warm blush in my cheeks. I love you, my darling Winter weather. Please, please don't leave me...