Winter, you're like a lost lover. Out of the blue you show up, begging for forgiveness of past sins, promising it'll be different this time. And for the first three months it is. You shower me with beautiful days through Christmas and New Years; snow shoeing and long walks in the silent forest.
By February, the cold winds of change start to blow and you start pulling away again. Our relationship turns stormy, icy. By March, we both know its over, but you refuse to let go. It takes that good friend I have in Spring to help me through and remind me that the better days of Summer are yet to come.
But here you are, back again, and I just can't say no to you!
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