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Winter and Spring.

We’ve reached that time of year again, when winter and spring battle it out and all you want to do is wear dresses without tights and trade the boots in for sandals.

Or maybe that’s just me.

I think of Winter and Spring like this.

Winter is like that ex that you just can’t get rid of. You were excited at first that he was around. I mean, hello, new outfits that include cute hats and scarves and coats.

You thought his cold ways were charming. It was Mr. Darcy-esque; behind that cool facade was something much deeper.

After a while, it started to drag. He was the reason why you couldn’t leave your house because he was storming around. He was the reason why you could bundle, bundle, bundle, and still feel really numb. It took a couple months, but you realized, it wasn’t working out.

The dream of something different, something warmer was there. But your friend, Punxsutawney Phil, was hesitant to set you up with a friend of his. He thought you should wait a few weeks.

You finally went out with Spring, and it was going splendidly. He brought you cherry blossoms. He was bright and charming, and you were able to wear your cute sundress.

But then Winter showed up. And he was drunk. Drunk enough to pull that fire alarm and ruin your outfit. You ended up rescheduling with Spring.

“I’m sorry,” you said as you dried yourself off. “Winter’s bad at letting go.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Spring replied. “I’ll be back.”

Then he left, and you dealt with Winter. You decided it was time to kick him to the curb.

And that was OK, because Spring was right around the corner.

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3 thoughts on “Winter and Spring.

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