Just dropping a line to say nice try. You think you can beat me, but you underestimate me. You must be forgetting that I'm a New Yorker; I'm a runner; I'm a woman. I'm stronger than I look. So go ahead, throw your spastic temps at me. Fire your blizzards, your sleet, your sunshine, your slush. I'll take it all in stride. I'll climb your snowdrifts and dodge your puddles.
Hey Spring. We need to talk... be real for a minute. You are kind of the worst. It's not you, it's us. It's the other seasons. It's the mountains; they can be so unforgiving. It's our love for the other seasons. It's you trying to be all the other seasons instead of yourself to win our hearts. So actually, it is you.