Dear Winter,

You and I both know that I live in Houston because I really don't like the cold. I don't like feeling like my bones need to thaw out once I'm inside. I don't like having to wear 12 layers of clothes. You and I both know I love that summer lasts 6 months in Houston. You and I also know that I so treausure those 2 months of fall and 2 of spring. Winter, you and I deal with one another for the 2 months we have together. It's not that I don't love you, I do. But the truth is, it's April. You've stayed here long enough. It's time for you to go on your way now.

Thank you for your consideration,