I miss winter.... there I said it.
Hey Mom!
Spring is finally here! Want to know how I know that? It's 2am and my lungs are on fire. Spring is my fifth favourite season , the order goes winter, summer, winter, fall and then spring. But why? Spring is budding with new life and hope. It is a symbol of rebirth and renewal. How could you possibly hate spring? Well every year without fail spring has tried to kill me. At first I thought it was a frenemies situation because let's be honest, the dandelion fuzz was cute. But then came the poplar fluff and the snow mould and the street cleaners. I have tried several times to forge an alliance with Jack Frost but he won't return my calls and has blocked me on Facebook. I see how it is Jack, just because I dress appropriately for the weather which prevents any nose nipping that might occur you act like I don't exist. Quite frankly, it's rude and a little insensitive.
And to make matters worse, Spring and I don't have anything in common. Spring is friends with flora and fauna and I am friends with concrete and indoors. Spring likes gardening and sunshine. I like spreadsheets and sunscreen. I just don't how we are going to make this work.
... What? No I am not crying, my eyes and nose are just running. Believe it or not there is a difference. Sure both usually entail a blotchy swollen face and if I am stressed enough I even get hives in both instances (lucky me). Wait is there a difference? Ok now I am crying. Salty droplets of bittersweetness, knowing that summer is coming but first I have to endure that which seeks to destroy me.
That is all.
Spring is finally here! Want to know how I know that? It's 2am and my lungs are on fire. Spring is my fifth favourite season , the order goes winter, summer, winter, fall and then spring. But why? Spring is budding with new life and hope. It is a symbol of rebirth and renewal. How could you possibly hate spring? Well every year without fail spring has tried to kill me. At first I thought it was a frenemies situation because let's be honest, the dandelion fuzz was cute. But then came the poplar fluff and the snow mould and the street cleaners. I have tried several times to forge an alliance with Jack Frost but he won't return my calls and has blocked me on Facebook. I see how it is Jack, just because I dress appropriately for the weather which prevents any nose nipping that might occur you act like I don't exist. Quite frankly, it's rude and a little insensitive.
And to make matters worse, Spring and I don't have anything in common. Spring is friends with flora and fauna and I am friends with concrete and indoors. Spring likes gardening and sunshine. I like spreadsheets and sunscreen. I just don't how we are going to make this work.
... What? No I am not crying, my eyes and nose are just running. Believe it or not there is a difference. Sure both usually entail a blotchy swollen face and if I am stressed enough I even get hives in both instances (lucky me). Wait is there a difference? Ok now I am crying. Salty droplets of bittersweetness, knowing that summer is coming but first I have to endure that which seeks to destroy me.
That is all.
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