I love you, the way I love the snow. Some people think of reasons to hate it, but I can’t help but love it. Most people hate to shovel snow. It’s not my favorite thing to do, but I don’t hate it. I hear my neighbors say “I have to go shovel.” You don’t have to. You choose too. I don’t mind picking up a shovel and going out in the cold to move snow around. Sure it may be hard work and cold outside, but I see it as a chance to spend time thinking. Most people are annoyed when roads are icy. I will admit that sometimes you can get off course. You may crash against someone or vice-versa. It’s not always the safest thing to do. But from it, you start to learn, and you start to be more careful with what you do. You also learn to think on your feet and make decisions. Most people get cabin fever during winter. I will admit that I get it, but I find ways to cope. A good book is always welcome, or curling up to watch a good movie. Some people get horribly bored, but there’s always something to do. And laying on my bed and letting my thoughts fly around, isn’t so bad. Most people complain about the cold. They try to stay warm, but they just can’t. No amount of hot chocolate, blankets, and sitting by the fire will keep them toasty. I am not immune to it, but I can deal with cold better than most. I make sure to bundle up, so I can enjoy breathing in sharp winter air. It’s not all that bad. It’s just telling me that there’s still hope. I love the snow. I love the way it dances around my and clings to my face. I have never failed to be enchanted by the first snowfall. Because of it I can enjoy pulling on my snow boots and romping around in the snow. Sledding with friends is always enjoyable. Christmas, is always a time of laughter and good cheer. Skiing, for me, is a way of flying. There’s just something about winter that makes me think of what beautiful means. I can persevere through all the chores and struggles of snow, in order to see the beauty of it. But then something horrible happens. It starts to grow warmer. And the snow slowly goes away. And I am left alone. I love you the way I love the snow. At times you have hurt me, but you have still uplifted my spirits. And now you have to go. But just because the snow goes away, doesn’t mean it won’t come back. And just because it goes away, doesn’t mean I will stop loving it. Just because you are going away, doesn’t mean I will stop loving you. I know I’ll see you again. Goodbye, dear friend.