When you first arrived I thought of you as a breath of fresh air. Your cool breezes were a heavenly escape from weeks of an unforgiving heat wave. This beautiful transition was incredibly short-lived.
Without any warning, you dried my skin and bit my bones. No matter my foresight and previous experience I was never fully prepared for this vengeful turn. I attempted to retreat from your malice but you found me and it makes me bitter. To me, you are only beautiful in white and still then for only a few days. I look at you with disgust from windows, praying that you will melt away.
I dream that I am naked. I dream of freedom. I dream of warm air wrapping around my body. I smile with my eyes closed but when I wake, you take all the energy I have to leave the hearth of my bed.
I will not make this mistake again. I will not allow you to force me to cover myself. I will not fall into line with your fashion trends, hot chocolates, and lattes. Go ahead, you will not win me over with your lights, presents, and fireplaces!
Goodbye winter. I know part of you is still holding on, but I am here to tell you that it is time to let go. I would suggest not slamming the door on the way out.
Zorba's Caravan 