On March 20th, I declared that we were officially through. And yet you keep coming back to me. So, once again, I’m saying it — WE ARE BREAKING UP!
I wish I could say it’s me and not you — but it’s clearly you. You have been so unreliable this year with your rollercoaster temperatures topping the charts one day only to turn around and freeze the city the next day.
No more keeping layers of clothing stored in the trunk of my car. No more scrapping the car windshield. No more praying for enough snow to get the slopes open. I’m done.
Plus, I’ve met someone new. You might as well blame yourself for this one; you were so inattentive all winter long with your 60 degree weather in January. I got so many glimpses of spring that it was nearly impossible not to fall in love. Not to mention that you disappointed so many people by killing the ski/snowboarding season. But now Spring and I have had some time together — running in the sun, reading on the porch, cutting back on layers — and I’m feeling rather attached.
I’m sorry, but you’ve missed your opportunity this year. Let it go. Move on. The southern hemisphere wants you. We are through.
Be sure to be gone by this weekend because Spring will be back with 60+ degree weather.
Hoping this is really goodbye,
Your Warm-Loving Ex