Winter, I feel that I must tell you something. Since I have long since lost my sense of wonder with snow fort building, eating icicles and tobogganing, I have come to find you pretty much intolerable. By the way, lots of us Canadians feel the same way, though I certainly don't speak for all those who have fallen under your frosty spell, who think they've befriended you, I see right through you and your wiles, Winter. I will not gush about your beauty. Not today. Today I am determined to tell you exactly what I think of you. Spring is gorgeous and fresh, liberating. Summer though sometimes smothering, is so much more easygoing and mellow, Autumn, though lovely is always overshadowed by you. Then, once the distracting niceties of Christmas and the new year are used up and worn out, We remember what you're really like and we don't want you. Because you suck.
You take away our carefree and spontaneous feelings. There is no more 'quick' about anything. Everything takes longer . . getting ready to go out traveling, doing errands, There are layers to put on, This takes time. We have to shovel snow. We scrape it off our vehicles. This is just annoying. Your ice is slippery and you lash at us with your frozen rain and whipping wind. You're so cold. I don't like you. In fact, the older I get the more I can't stand you.
You take away fun. You make my nose run. You make my teeth clack. You make me wheeze when I breathe. You make cycling mostly impossible, (for which I despise you) You take away the gorgeous sunshine and you substitute brooding clouds.
You make getting into and out of the bath and shower unpleasant. You make our rooms cold. and our bedsheets freezing. You breathe on the blankets. You make furnaces a necessity, which only pleases the gas company. You make us shut our windows and doors. You turn us into homebodies. We don't want to go out in you. You always wear out your welcome. Most of us only tolerate you for that 2-week interval between Christmas and New Year's, by which time we are thoroughly sick of you and want you to go away. But you stay and stay. You stretch out your icy fingers and smite our lovely plants. We raise them up and you take them out with your sparkly blanket of death.
You cause us to slip and fall. You turn our roads into skating rinks. You turn walking the dog into a frantic, frozen gauntlet. You are the father of all potholes, which are born every spring, making driving less like straight lines and more like an obstacle course. Turning our other 3 seasons into prolonged bouts of road closures and repairs. You turn our eavestroughs into breeding grounds for ice daggers. You turn our beaches into frozen wastelands, and you squash our memories of warm sunshine. You take away our picnics and barbecues. Yes, even that feisty fireball seems to rise and set behind your curtain of ice.
You drive away flocks of birds, butterflies and senior citizens. Who, in their infinite wisdom, avoid you like the plague because they all know you suck!
At some point I'd like to fly, or at least drive away from you and your ice grip. Become a stereotype. A snowbird. Top up my out of country health insurance. Hide from you in the land of Dentu-Cream and support hose. Get a wicked tan. And laugh in your general direction.