Dear Winter #oneweek

Dear winter,

I cannot do this anymore, I have to come out and tell the truth. I have been faking it for too long. Smiling as we pass by in the street, giggling at the watery sunshine that you throw into the sky. All relationships change, evolve and adjust. This has been coming for some time. Yes I got caught up in the romance, enjoyed the sweet cosy evenings, staring at each other over a hot chocolate and snuggling up under a blanket. The sparkly lights, the puddings, the snow days.

The truth is, and you may already have a hunch about this, that i have changed. We have changed. Its not you, its me…

well..its them.

There is someone else…

i know…im sorry.

Not just one either. Its all their fault really…

They make me hate you winter. They make me wish you right past and into spring. They make me curse your sharp winds and delicate frost glistening in the low morning light.

They are demanding, needy. The gloves, the hats, the scarfs.

Then they won’t wear their coats, they want to wear crocs when you are shivering out your worst.

They they loose things, winter…they loose the things we both know they need. They leave them places and they don’t care.

The slide like crazy newborn animals on your icy puddles, then they wail out when they fall. They suck their lips till they are chapped and then squeal in horror at lip salve. Worst of all, winter. They get into my bed and put their FREEZING feet on my legs. There are some things that can push you over the edge you know…

And winter, you don’t come alone. oh no….you bring your friends, the endless snotty noses, barking coughs and runny eyes. Ive thought for some time now as well that, that everso unsavoury friend of yours that skulks along in your wake, the stomach bug, really does you no favours. I would ditch him to be honest.

So the time has come for us to go our separate ways. Its that time, time to let go.

It was fun for while, the whirring of the boiler in the morning, the porridge and honey, seeing your breath.

But. Now. Well its not so much fun.

Lets not have regrets, lets not look back.

I have a funny feeling we  will meet again 🙂

kind regards,

Sarah