I have loved you for as long as I can remember, you know that. I love your snow and your cold and I tolerate your darkness without too much complaining. You turn my world into a frozen fairytale of glitter and silver and cotton and clean, crisp air and muffled sounds and for that I’ll always choose you over your buddy Summer. I defend you when people whine and complain, because in my eyes you are nothing but beautiful.
But now… we need to talk.
Thing is, it’s December, almost Christmas. Which means it’s winter, it’s your time to shine – or at least should be. This however is not you, this is NOT winter:
There is no snow, only ice. Crusty white ice and dirty grey ice and shiny transparent ice. Ice so slippery I can barely walk out the door without falling on my arse.
There’s no cold, only luke warm winds and rain. Rain! In the middle of December!?
Because of the lack of snow the darkness that used to be nothing but a mild inconvenience has grown into a claustrophobic feeling of despair as the winter solstice draws nearer. For the first time in my life I understand those suffering from seasonal depressions.
I honestly feel like we need to take a break. Not end our relationship for good just… take a break.
I can’t deal with you like this.
No but seriously, what’s up with the weather? It’s been warm and wet and icy since November! It’s impossible to go outside anymore because everything is dark and slippery and miserable.
I find it really hard to maintain holiday spirit like this. :(