An Open Letter to Winter at 12:00 PM

Dear Winter,

Traditionally, you and I have gotten along pretty great. We had some great times last year, what with the massive blizzards and the feet of snow. It was a treat. What I always wanted.

This year you've been kind of lame. Sure, there was that one storm in January which knocked the power out for a couple of days. There was some thundersnow. Some of the heaviest snow I've ever seen, you saw fit to give me. The rest of the season you pretty much ignored me.

I still haven't forgotten about the Boxing Day storm with the big snowhole over me. I don't think I'll be able to get over that one very quickly. Some wounds cut a little deeper, and take a longer time to heal.

The rest of the season it was pretty much just really cold. Don't get me wrong, I like the cold. I'm usually a pretty big fan. But now things are getting a little out of hand. You were gone for most of February, which ruined what is generally regarded as the snowiest month around here.

So what are you doing now? It's the end of March. Springtime. Generally regarded as one of the few times worth being in DC. Why are you still here? Are you trying to make up for all of the opportunity you squandered this season? If so, I think it's a too little too late. I'm pretty much done with you for this season.

I'm tired of the games. I'm tired of the will-it-or-won't-it snow. You have jerked me around once too often this season. It would've been kinder of you to make your way to the door and take a graceful exit instead of this nasty outburst. You're just dragging out the inevitable. And quite frankly, if you ruin the cherry blossoms for me this weekend, well that will have been your final insult this season.

Hopefully we can make it work again next season, because I don't think I'll ever be able to get over you completely.

But right now? It's over. You need to move on. Because I have.

~P

p.s. I know it's been forever since I've written, and there's a lot to say. Unfortunately there are only 24 hours in a day.