Saturday, March 26, 2011

Dear Winter,

Dear Winter,
I thought we had resolved our differences. I used to revel in the romance we shared, nestled together under cozy knits, warm coffee in hand. But you know I wasn't able to commit. The magic that used to dazzle me every time I pulled on my winter boots is gone. I long for Hope and the promise of spring. Your cold shoulder has me yearning for turquoise waters, blue skies and sun-kissed warmth. I'm afraid I am trading in my cold feet for flip flops.

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