Dear Winter Snow

By the time you read this letter hopefully you'll be gone.

Look, I'm not going to deny it; we had fun for a while, but sometimes you can have too much of a good thing and it's time to move on.

It's not you, it's me. I just need some space to explore some different seasons now.

I'm sure you'll find somewhere where you are appreciated and feel loved. You deserve that but you're just not going to find it here.

So cartwheel off and go and find someone else to bother!