I hate you. I hate that my ears freeze when I run in you and that my eye glass frames are frozen by your slightest breath. I don't like my chilly toes (even when I am wearing two layers of socks), or my drippy nose.
I do like the colors that you make the leaves and hot chocolatey mornings. Snuggling on the couch with a blanket while watch old musicals. I even like the way frost looks on the windows.
I beg you: please don't let it snow for at least another month. I might not do well if you bring that dreaded, fluffy stuff.
Sincerely,
the girl that is shivering in the library.
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